Another summer update...

It is frelling hot outside!! We had at least three days in a row where the temp was 104 degrees and temps have stayed above 102 for the past week! Youch! There's just no other word for it. Despite the temps, Fender did get to go outside and swim one day. Pics below.

I also want to mention a couple of really precious things Fender has done recently. For the past 5 weeks, I've woken up every morning to "Momma, Rock a baby." Which means when I peer my head into his room, Fender is standing there with his blanket waiting for me to grab him up and take him to the chair and rock him until he is ready to get up and play for the day. It is so incredibly sweet and wonderful. (I'd prefer he maybe slept in until 7:00 or 7:30 before getting me up, but 6:30 it is...) Some mornings if he is pretty well awake already, we open the blinds and watch the birds and squirrels running around on the tree tops while we rock and sing his "rock a bye" songs. It is funny when he wants you to sing a certain song...he will sing a couple of the parts he knows like..."up above the" which means he wants to hear "twinkle twinkle little star" of course. And "rock a baby (on tree top)" and Frere Jacques which he sounds out something very similar.

Yep 5 straight weeks of that...so it was quite a surprise this morning when instead of "rock a baby" he said, "watch Elmo." Uh....wha???? And he was ready to go too...down he went, straight to the living room and repeated his request over and over (because certainly I hadn't heard him the first 20 times on the way or else Elmo would already have been on when he got there.) Thankfully Tivo records Sesame Street just for these occasions and Elmo was on lickity split while I made breakfast. I guess this is how Saturday morning cartoons begin. I don't think we've ever turned on the TV before breakfast until today.

Another neat thing was he decided he was finished watching Elmo when he was hungry because he walked himself into the kitchen, straight to his chair, climbed up and said "breakfast". But the oatmeal apparently wasn't tasty enough because after a couple of bites he wanted a "pop-tart." It took me a couple of seconds to realize what he was asking for, but once it was in front of him, he ate it all. Yea for cinnamon whole-grain pop-tarts!

Okay and saving the best for last...when we were getting ready for bath time last night, I sneezed, and without missing a beat...Fender said, "Bless you, Momma!" Oh...can't he stay that sweet always?