Seriously Summer

Not sure where you are as you read this, but it is hot in Chattanooga. Red cheeks, sweaty forheads, skinned knees (and shines, and elbows, and foreheads), lots of scooters and bikes, screams of ice cream – must be full on summer in the south. I notice it so much more with kids. Even after being inside for 30-45 minutes last night as we tried to cool them off in the AC before they went to bed, Brown’s hair was still wet. It makes me hot just looking at them, but they don’t seem to mind.

Joseay is growing into her personality which is exciting and scary at the same time. They both are competing to be the loudest and I think we have two champions in the making. But we are having fun.

We are learning to make directions very explicit at this age. Chris told Brown to help clean up and line up the shoes by the back door. This was the result:

You really can't make this up can you?