It has been so stinkin' hot in our apartment the past two days. We don't have air conditioning, just one fan. It was so incredibly hot last night, even with our windows open. We went on a walk yesterday, hoping that an outside breeze would be good for us. We walked to a nearby park and just watched people, and then came back home. Then we filled ziploc bags with ice and just held them against our necks, or on top of our head to help cool ourselves down while we watched "The Bourne Ultimatum." Douglas also liked grabbing at our bags of ice, however I don't think he expected it to be so cold.
So, did that last sentence trick you out? Haha, I called him Douglas. Sometimes I like to do that. Our baby has a double life, kind of like Superman/Clark Kent. He is 'super baby' when we call him Douglas. And yesterday, he was a super baby, because even though it was so stinkin' hot, he didn't complain once. (Is he really my child?)
So today, we made sure to keep all of our blinds shut, and limit any sunshine into our household, but sure enough by 1 pm we were all sweating. So, a couple hours later, we loaded everything up and headed to the mall and after three hours of air conditioned glory, we came back home to a still hot apartment, although it cooled down significantly.
And then tonight, we had another ice-capade. For Family Home Evening, Richard and I discussed "preparedness" and after my lesson, we both put "ICE" numbers into our phone.
Do you know what an Ice Number is?
PS-Douglas is now a rolling boy! Super baby has mastered the stomach to back roll, and vice-versa. He's our little Rolly-Polly bug.