30 Days::Day 12

It was a whoppin' 83 degrees yesterday. At least, that is what my car thermometer read...and INSIDE the car felt at least double that number. 83 degrees. Oh my.

Just as I started complaining to my sister that there is no happy medium around here...that summer comes a blazin' too soon after we feel like we actually have a taste of "winter"...she quickly reminded me that this IS our in between time. Ah, yes. Come July and 115 degrees...I will be dreaming of this late February day.

The day, in itself, was absolutely beautiful...and instead of focusing on the fact that things will only become more sweaty and uncomfortable with each passing day here on out...I did my best to relish in the now.

We were visiting my sister because she so generously was letting me use her washer to clean Jo's diapers after mine decided to stop working. The day was too bright and boastful not to venture outside in her neighborhood park. It was a mini photography session as well...I couldn't help myself.

I always have a good time attempting to catch some story-telling pictures of these little humans. I took a lot of pictures yesterday...but these ones are a few that I keep looking over again and again...because, for whatever reasons, they tell me a story of who these children are.

After spending a good amount of time in the glory of the sun, everyone was a bit warm and the thought of spraying each other with the hose sounded quite perfect. We went back to my sister's house, turned on the hose and let the kids go to town. With that much water around the desert, there is bound to me some mud puddles made. Asher decided to use the mud as his medium, the fence as his canvas and he put on quite a performance art show. This was immensely enjoyable for me to watch. When his overflow of creativity comes up alongside his need for active movement and takes it by the hand...he is led somewhere extraordinarily beautiful. I can see how these moments teach him about things coming together...where the information makes as much sense as the blue of the sky. I actually thought it was really quite artistic and, thankfully, my sister is that kind of cool mama that understands how valuable moments like this are and allowed for this kind of healthy exploration on her backyard fence!

So here is Asher...and his array of "finger footprints".