... into a puddle of my own sweat! (Great visual, eh?)
It is so stinking hot here. And, the best part is, its going to be hotter tomorrow! Yay! Bring on the central air!!
Speaking of central air, I just got my electric bill for the month of July. Dang. That's all I have to say about that. Dang. And we keep if fairly high, in an effort to save money. And, as much as my mom tried to convince me that this bill really wasn't that bad, in comparison. In comparison to what? The electric bill of Japan? Seriously, this is definitely the highest electric bill I have ever seen. Ever. Makes me really look forward to my oil bill in the winter....
Are we sure that global warming is a myth? Because I am really starting not to think so.
Little Sister, who turns two next month, has officially entered two-dom. She has really been changing physically lately - looking more and more like a little girl. She is growing out of her babyhood. I realize that sounds painfully obvious, but it constantly suprises me. And sometimes it is so hard to watch.
She's so frustrated. And she is trying so hard to be a 'big girl.' She goes in and sits on the potty (fully clothed) and cheers "I did it! Yay!!" She tries to sleep in her sister's big-girl bed. She insists on not using a sippy cup if her sister doesn't have one. But she still loves to be rocked and cuddled in the rocking chair in her room. She still carries her blankie and sucks her thumb. She still loves when we call her "Baby girl." She still calls me "Mama." I'm not sure I'm ready for her to grow up yet.
She is such a sweet kid. I love listening to her pray every night ("Thank you God for my fam-a-lee Aaaaaaa-MEN!"). I love hearing her sing the alphabet ("abceeeed, efgeeee, hijj, llllpeeeee, now i know my a-b-ceeee, now i know my a-b-meeeeeee.") I love her kisses. And her cuddles - she is a major snuggle-bug. She makes my heart melt at least once a day. It is so hard to see her getting so frustrated. She has turned in to a first-class drama queen this week. The slightest thing can set her off -- she wants the blue cup, not the purple cup, she is hungry, Big Sister runs faster than her, the sky is blue, etc -- and suddenly she is throwing-herself-on-the-floor-kicking-and-screaming. While Big Sister and I look at each other thinking, "What?" Poor thing.
I know she'll get over it and, before I know it, she'll be graduating high school (and probably throwing a whole new kind of fit). I know that. Its just so easy to wish these years away. These years of diapers, tantrums, messes, potty training (shudder) and constant sleep deprivation. But I don't want to. I want to treasure this time that is flying by so fast. This is my baby that's growing up here. Much, much too fast.
Passionate and colorful.
You show the world what culture really is. 
Then, I took the girls to the library to work off some Mommy-guilt for either ignoring them or snapping at them all morning. They were a little rambunctious, as they always are. There is a whole room of pillows to play on, so they love it. They both lost their shoes for awhile, but they weren't doing anything out of the ordinary. But while I was there, I burst into tears. In public. And I nevercry. So something is definitely up. Just getting up a little earlier should not throw my body this much out of whack. Maybe I'm just super tired. Maybe its something else. (I can hear 
