Last week, I bemoaned the end of summer. Lo and behold, it's bloody hot again. Not only that, but the breeze whipping up feels like the Santa Ana winds. We're way too north to experience those. I thought. Accompanying this very hot air and warm wind are the nearly non-stop sounds of fire engine's sirens. All day yesterday, as I heard the sirens going this way and that, I stopped to wonder if they were headed anywhere near us. So far, so good.
So, yeah, it's officially autumn. To celebrate, Youngest decided to romp in the pool. He knows I officially "close" it at the end of September, so he's thrilled that his remaining days of pool time are warm ones.
Here he is, being his silly self. I miss having that silly self with myself for most of the day. In many ways, he's such a third kid. [If you don't get the reference, you're not a parent to three or more.] My missing him marks him forever as the baby. And such a "water baby" at that.