It's wicked hot. I'm pregnant and huge. I either have a cold or some really nasty pregnancy sinus stuff. I'm tired. Sean is shooting today so it's just me with the girls and I include Piper in that "s" because she is most definitely making herself known. I'm sticky and overheating and, for some reason, the girls want to snuggle close.

Did I mention it's hot?

I don't want Calgon. I want to be in Alaska swimming with the penguins while safely enjoying a tall glass of beer.

However, that being said, I braved one of the two birthday parties we were to attend today. The girls absolutely love the Dinsmore's and their youngest was turning two. I tried to stay a distance from everyone but needed to get the girls out of the house. I am so glad I did. In the hour and a half that we were there: Dillen rode a horse (3x!); Roxy fed carrots to a pony; both got to pet goats and bunnies; be in the middle of about 1,000 lady bugs being set free (the theme of the party); have delicious cake; bounce in a bounce house; have their arms painted; and enjoy the falling goodies from a pinata. The loot boxes were filled and they were also given crowns and tiaras. Did I mention this all happened in an hour and a half?!? It was perfect. It gave the girls something to remember and me a break from them whining that they were bored. When we got home, I stripped them down to their skivvies, gave them some fruit with cold steak bits for dinner and sat them in front of a fan with their loot boxes.

If it cools down enough, they may be heading off to bed in about 15 minutes.