It’s hot. 111 degrees was the high, but even worse it is still 109 and it’s 7 p.m. The low is only supposed to get to 87. Thank goodness my neighbors are kind enough to let us use their pool, otherwise Jack and I would surely melt. Joe would come home to find two puddles on the floor.

I got Jack a new pool floaty so I wouldn’t have to hang on to him the entire time I’m in the water. He loved his freedom and kicked his little feet all around. Here you can see him looking at me like “Ha ha! I am free of you at last!”



He was always trying to wiggle away from me when we were swimming, so now look at him:



Happy as a June Cow. Here he’s not so certain, perhaps he still needs me a little.



And even though this next picture is not great, you’ll get an idea of why I go through the trouble of getting him in the pool every day.



No, he’s not been drinking. The little guy was exhausted. He went to bed at six! Poor thing is just lying in his crib, no cover, fan going at high speed.

Earlier in the day I set him down while I ran in the kitchen to get his sippy cup. Imagine my surprise when I returned to find this:



Without prompting, he scooted himself over and stood up. I made him look at me, and you can tell he is proud:



(as well as a little blurry.)

I am constantly amazed at what this kid can do. I’m sure it’s all terribly normal and really mundane for those who have raised children before. But to have someone pop out of you and then start to learn things, it just feels like a small miracle every single day.