I am in so much trouble. I don’t think I will ever be able to go back to work during the summer again. I can’t imagine being locked indoors, chained to a desk when the sky is this blue. Right now, my life is an idyllic blur of iced coffees, sprinklers, and dinners on the deck. I’m thinking I’m going to have to check out a career as a teacher because I don’t want to give up my summers.<\/p>\n
Our 4th of July consisted of a pyrotechnical display courtesy of Josh and neighbor Steve. Leina was a fireworks fiend and wanted bigger, louder and brighter. Baby was a bit more reserved and prefered the safety of dad’s lap. Both girls adored Kat’s house and Leina declared it “cool” after running in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out over and over again. (Kat & Josh, sorry about you air conditioning bill.) We topped off our adventure by heading out to see the Beaver’s ball game and once again, Leina was esctatic while Kulia, not so sure. We had Leina hollering “swing batter batter batter” and “go Beaves” with all her might. Of course, the three tons of cotton candy she injested may have had something to do with her hyper mood. I think her favorite part was the 7th inning streach. We are most definately going to catch another game soon.<\/p>\n
So aside from lounging about outside in the shade sipping cold drinks, I’ve been, well, actually, that about sums up my life. Shade, cold drink, oh yes, and sprinklers.<\/p>\n
Now, run off to your office building like good little worker bees. I’ve got a grande iced americano calling my name that I have to get to ASAP!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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