Last week, for two whole days, we had summer. Warm breeze. Hot sun. Pink cheeks. Sweaty boys. Popsicles and sidewalk chalk in hand.
The boys interpreted the brief hot spell to mean nothing but running through the sprinklers. And they would have done it in their skivvies or completely nude had I not been there at the onset - obvs. :)
So we did.
While the littlest dude slept in the house which was over warm thanks to the sun pouring in the windows...
I stood in the sun and powered up the water and let 'em have their fun. I love how they run - arms outstretched - feeling alive and enjoying the sensation of frigid water on their hot skin.
And as per the Law of Murphy, soccer Saturday arrived with whipping winds and frigid temps. Which means little Boone-doggle got bundled up like this: