I was ready for fall, I really was, but suddenly we’re back to 90 degree days and basically 100% humidity. It has made me more or less the crankiest person alive, which I’m aware, is totally ungrateful because soon it will be winter and I will miss this so badly it will make my teeth ache. But, there you have it.
Anyways, heatwave or not, life chugs on.
Tuesday morning entertainment: garbage collection. Quinn is so tuned in, she goes leaping out of bed and tearing through the house yelling “DUMP TRUCK!!!” They sit perched on our front steps for a ridiculously long time, awaiting the five seconds when the truck flips our garbage can. Awesome.
When they aren’t driving each other crazy, they are the sweetest buddies. Junip waits until Quinn picks out her clothes and then chooses whatever she has that matches. Quinn follows her into the bathroom and hands her yards of toilet paper. Junip reads her the books she has memorized. It’s all great until the empathy tantrums.
We don’t yet have enough leaves for proper leaping, but they make a satisfying seat for popsicle consumption.
The most popular adult in the house: he who has prepared himself a snack.
And, our routine virtually every afternoon now: drag the coffee table out of the living room, block it off with couch cushions, turn on the Moana soundtrack, and enjoy the show.
Junip is pretty much the coolest performer I know.
And Quinn, she loves that ridiculous tutu so much. She’s been insisting on wearing it constantly. I kind of love it. The girl has no shortage of opinions.