we win.

Monday afternoon was a doozy, as was yesterday. It is officially summer here in Southern California. While I welcome it as one season closer to winter (& my babe), I wouldn't mind if it suddenly decided to pick up and leave.

The heat has reminded me what it's like to live in a home without air. My afternoon naps are just as enjoyable, until I wake up with sweaty strands of hair on my neck and a discomfort that lasts until the sun sets. And then there's the oven.

Ah, and the oven. If you remember, the majority of our warm months last year were manageable because our oven had failed us. Now that we have an oven, I use it. All the time. But when Monday afternoon rolled around and I knew chicken pot pie was on the dinner menu, I dreaded it, knowing what it would to do our already hot house. So I decided to make the best of it. I made my pot pie for 45 minutes. Then two batches of granola for an hour. Then oatmeal raisin cookies because, obviously, the baby wanted rolled oats in another form, too.

By 7 pm we were heated out of our home. The open windows and bursts of breeze here and there simply weren't enough. So we sat on the porch in our new yellow adirondack chairs and read. Him, Harry Potter #4. Me, Ina May's Guide to Childbirth. And it was there that our little family let the cool winds of summer sweep us up to a better place.

Dear summer,

We win.

Love,

The Mr, the Mrs, the furball, and the bun (& pot pie & granola & cookies) in the oven