A week ago today we had an inch of snow and I drove Exile #3 to a birthday party in pouring rain on slushy roads. Today we spent the afternoon sitting in the shade to avoid overheating. We were barbecuing with T & S and baby J. As you can see - I even risked baring my legs.
This morning we went to church for the first time since E5N1's birth-day. On that day some friends there who had been told that both the girls had been born 8 days late were teasing Exile #2 that "Today's the day!" We laughed it off as there was no sign at that point but in fact they were right (as they reminded us today). Of course, the intervening weeks have had their share of sorrow as well as joy and several are aware of that.
The girls had a great day. They have not quite got fed up with questions about their baby brother yet and were engaging, if sometimes inaccurate, on the subject at church. This afternoon they ran around the garden picking up the remains of T's snowman (sticks and stones) and making up games to play. It was nearly their bedtime by the time we left and when we got home we just wrestled them through teeth-brushing and pyjama-donning and they collapsed into bed. E5N1 seemed to sleep almost all day again - at some point that might start bothering us, but he is still piling on the pounds and mostly sleeping well at night so we're all content for now.