It was supposed to be fall. Like, all of the weather forecasts were for chilly air, and we saw the leaves start to turn. The last day of the pool was so cold I was the only mom in a suit. And I ran out and bought Dorothy a bunch of sweaters and tights and the boys a giant Old Navy bag full of athleisure pants. I ordered fall coats for all, and Dorothy and I got galoshes.
And then in turned 80 and humid and all the mosquitos came back. GAH.
But, I mean, have the premature forecast to thank for our MATCHING rain boots, so there's that. I hope to get her into Target this week to buy some shoes that are not high heels, so maybe there will be more matching styles in our future.
It's fall almost, temperature be damned, so I have been baking my fall faves. Like granola bars!
Dorothy enjoyed some bubble hat and mutton chops time in the tub.