Well, for everyone around here who has been crying about how much they love summer, here you go. Hot enough for ya? It is for me. I am of Northern descent, I don't really do heat. Boy child also seems to be withering (you must remember this as the kid who walks outside in the snow in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt).
Girl child seems to do alright, though, in hot weather. At least, she has the wardrobe for it.
Other than melting and generally trying to control traffic in the backyard full of neighborhood kids (which is a dozen posts in itself but I can't even think about it anymore), I have been doing just a little bit of sewing. Slowly, I've been creating an army of naked fleshy dolls who indeed have a purpose, other than creeping people out when they come to visit.
I will get to share their story with you sometime down the road.
The childs and I, when we aren't in the backyard, warring with the neighbor tribes, have been building up a little gothic village on the top of one of the book shelves.
It started with just a house for boy child's road play mat and since the childs have discovered it's quite fun to design your own house. Girl child, when she plays with the scene, has been referring to it as Night Vale, our absolute of all time favorite podcasts. I personally have been referring to the middle house (above) as the-house-that-doesn't-exist-although-it-seems-like-it's-just-right-there-when-you-look-at-it-and-it's-between-two-other-houses-so-it-would-make-more-sense-for-it-to-be-there-than-not-but-it-does-not-exist. Obviously. I mean, look at the oak doors.
However, J.K. Rowling has just put out a brand new Harry Potter short story online and ramped up girl child's love of all things Harry, so this little village has suddenly morphed into Diagon Alley.
Whatever they are to be, I think our little houses are prepared.
Hope you all in my hemisphere are keeping cool.