Colorado is smack dab in the middle of a heat wave. Triple digits are sometimes common in July and August, but usually not this early in June and not for several, consecutive days.
Several years ago, Handy Man and I went to visit Rah-Rah and some of my family in Arizona. By May, it was already stifling hot. As we were walking outside, in the late morning mind you, Handy Man turned to me and said, "You can put a big, red X on this state. There is no way in hell I would ever live here."
And although this was the weekly forecast for Denver...
... and Arizona - This is just sick. I can't believe Rah-Rah still lives there, every year, year after year, in that kind of heat -
Yesterday, it was actually one degree hotter in Denver than it was in Chandler, AZ where Rah-Rah lives. (103' in Denver, 102' in Chandler)
How is that even possible?
This weekend, there was only one way to beat the heat. Take the kids to the pool.
Okay, we live in the country. This is the closest pool I was willing to drive travel to.
No crowds.
No fighting over lawn chairs.
Kiddy toys welcome.
And swimsuits are optional.
This is one of the greatest advantages of our little house on the prairie. Especially for the mom who is NOT is swimsuit shape, let alone "public" viewing swimsuit shape.
Having a pool in the back yard has many advantages - this mom can do laundry while the kids swim.
While changing another load, Mr Blue Eyes decided to venture away from the pool and over to my flower pots - which I ended up forgoing planting this year because I was too lazy/busy/crazy. I am glad I did because after this week my poor flowers would be shriveled up and burned to death.
Thanks to Sissy, Mr Blue Eyes was not just playing with dirt, he was playing with mud.
More like mud soup.
Yummy. Yucky.
Thank goodness for the country - look at that cute little butt!
Okay Sissy, that's enough water...
Ta-Da!
My Brown Eyed Girl is the maker of smiles, the warmer of hearts and the joy in my life. xoxo
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