We've officially moved into our summer Saturday morning routine - local farmer's market, being ever grateful for air conditioning, getting closer to friends with pools and other important things. Our girl is coming along nicely - she's filled with words; a head, a shoe, a foot, a eye (poke), and a whole sentence last week, 'Hey, a nuk!' She's also working on Harry, which most often sounds like 'arrow'.
But, friends, I fear it's become the summer of ice cream sandwiches. They are everywhere.
They are making hair grow.
And squaring off chins.
See you at the farmer's market.