The last few days have been hot and humid here (and we haven't bought ACs yet so it's been a little rough. Luckily things cooled off today) and our days have been mostly filled with water play interspersed with a few of our favorite activities. Every night I've gone to bed tired and hot and sticky from layers and layers of sunscreen. I don't actually know how long ago we all bathed because we spend so much time playing with water that it all kind of runs together. Twice this week my kids have gone from jammies to swim clothes to jammies again (with a little naked baby time somewhere in the middle).
This week my college roommate (aka best roommate ever) posted this to her facebook page.
"And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days" --Lowell
What is so rare as a day in June? Last night, walking home from a neighbor's house I saw my first firefly of the season. Magic.
In December when I'm bogged down with postpartum depression and hating the short cold days will you all just remind me that June exhists? That it's out there? And that's it's coming?
|These first couple of pictures are from this amazing botanical garden called Wave Hill. Mark Twain lived there for 3 years (in a tree house he constructed on the grounds) and this week they did a Mark Twain scavenger hunt.|
|At the end of the scavenger hunt the kids got to make mustaches and try on a top hat.|
|The Bronx Zoo has reached crazy levels of crowded. Often the whole parking lot is taken up with school buses. Luckily my kids are obsessed with penguins which are located at the far end of the zoo where no one else likes to go.|