The dog days of summer are upon us in Georgia.
Well, technically, it is not yet summer. But, calendars be damned.
I define summer by asking myself a few questions.
1. Does my first shower after a workout not "take"?
2. Have we taken out a second mortgage for camps to exhaust my seemingly inexhaustible 4 year old ball of energy?
(Gymnastics camp -- check, American Girl camp -- check, Craft camp --check, some other camp -- check...something about dancing and crafting and um, I am not sure, maybe...jousting?? As far as I can recall. Guess I'd better remember what exactly that last camp is about before she gets knighted.)
3. Could we protect all of Roswell from a painful sunburn with the excess of sunscreen that I buy?
Yes. Yes. and Yes.
So, for me? Summer is here.
When the real feel temp is over 100 and I am sweating merely putting the girls in the car, I really wish for October. But, whatever. We're here, let's deal with this the best way we can, right?
I can't change the oppressive Southern heat and humidity (and am fine trading it for our awesome springs, falls and winters).
BUT, I can do something about that pesky "school is out, so I can't knock out a workout out while Ella is in school" dilemma I've been handed.
I've hired a babysitter! Woo hoo. (Really nothing earth shattering here, but I have never done this before. Babysitter, yes. But a regularly scheduled one? Nope.)
Yes, as the title of this post states, "I hope this works..." The plan is for two times a week in the afternoons, I can swimrunbike to my crazy, little heart's content. Hopefully, getting some of the long-ish stuff that I save for the weekends done.
Hope being that Mike and I won't be spending most of those precious Saturdays and Sundays dealing with the logistical nightmare combination of getting 5-7 hours of our cumulative workouts done along with 10 month old nursing, 2 naps a day-er and a 4 year old please-take-me-to-the-pool-for-5-hours-er.
Sometimes that leaves so little time for me and Mike to crack jokes on each other while drinking margaritas, eating enough Mexican food and chocolate chip cookies to make us sick, and watching the Red Sox.
A pity. But, we usually...somehow find time for that. :)
Some recent "summer" shots.
Her sprint next door after hearing that they had a slip n'slide out.
Slipping and sliding away.
E is a non-tradionalist. Rockin' the Rudolph shirt in June.
Yes, I am cute. If cute means not sleeping through the night at 10 months old. Then yes, I am cute. Adorable, in fact.:)
Dora crocs are the must have accessory this summer.