We’ve been stuck inside quite a lot lately. Last summer when we had this kind of heat wave, I was pregnant with Emil, and still took the boys outside. We sat on the back deck, fan blowing on us while we played in water. But this summer, Emil is still a baby. He melts in the heat. His little face turns bright pink and sweat soaks the back of his head. He is miserable outside, so we keep him comfortable, which means a lot of afternoons are spent indoors. And there’s only so much library time we can handle. Besides, doing this at the library is frowned upon:
Afternoons indoors make for compromises. Compromises like, Okay, you can jump off the ottoman a zillion times with your super hero capes/bat wings/Thor helmet as long as you promise to stop running and screaming indoors.
One afternoon, they had a flying contest. Insisting they were not jumping but flying instead. And though it took some time, after a while, I started to believe them.
Oliver was a late “jumper.” But now, oh now. He is jumping off of everything! And Milo. Well, you know, he is a seasoned jumper.
Maybe I should get Milo back into ballet?
P.s.- Is today Friday the 13th? Perhaps one should refrain from crazy jumping on a day like today?