Audrey is seventeen months old, going on three years. She’s just sure she is one of the “big kids.”

She’s been trying to figure out how to jump for the last week or two. Today she kept bending her knees and hollering, “HOP!” as she propelled herself forward with all the upward momentum she could muster. Once she even made it off the ground with both feet, but she couldn’t figure out how she did it. Much sadness and frustration ensued.

And that may have been the highlight of our hot, hot day. Does no one else feel like their internal organs are being slowly melted by the summer heat? I keep trying to get my kids to run in the sprinklers, but apparently they’re not especially uncomfortable. I do not understand this. It has been suggested to me that my particular discomfort may be in some way related to the whole pregnancy thing. I suppose that’s possible.

It was definitely the pregnancy that caused me to send Dane to the grocery store this evening, “mostly for cookies.” I actually said that. And he still went. Good man.

And now I’m off to eat the cookies, without making any sort of point or drawing any conclusions whatsoever. I guess that’s what you get when the heat melts my brain.