Our playgroup hit Smith this week, along with the hot summer weather.
I promise I won't get all ranty about the weather this year, except for:
(a) I had thought: oh, I won't be pregnant! It won't be so hot! But I didn't account for the fact that: when it feels like 100, it's hot, no matter how with child you are. Also? Holding hot squirmy nursing baby all day and night.
(b) It felt like 100 today, according to the Internet.
So, back to the playground. You'll see so many flushed faces from this post onward because of that awesome Philadelphia summer heat and humidity. Lucy's especially prone to flushing/sweating, which I suppose is a cute look on a little girl - all rosy cheeks and curly hair.
Some highlights of the visit, starting with the end:
Yes. All asleep when we pulled into our driveway.I welcomed this with a bit of relief, even if Thomas did wake up when I took him out of the seat.
Lucy and Quinn, snack scavengers.
Peter climbed then said it was too dangerous. Quinn looked at him as if he were crazy.
Apparently, all the children like being cooped up on the same ride. It's convenient if you're always at the playground with your 11 closest friends. Also, I tried to spin them around - I really did! - but I'd get no more than three spins in and someone would shout "STOP!" and everyone would readjust their position. This game was all about set-up, not at all about spinning. Luckily, no one complained.
Giant slide!
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