Heat Wave

We’re in a heat wave. I thought we’d left triple-digit temperatures behind when we left NorCal; but no. It was just over 100 this week, and it has been brutal—hot and muggy. I’d forgotten about that sticky city-feeling one gets after walking around on such a day. For a couple of days, it was too hot to spend much time outside, which upsets the new daily rhythms Lucia and I have been developing—rhythms that depend, largely, on being outside, walking or playing in a park.

Fortunately, my parents are here all week—Andrew’s actually back in California for several days of orientation at his company headquarters—so I have lots of entertainment support. Although Lucia’s really been the one entertaining us. She is, if it’s possible, cuter than she’s ever been, more smiley and silly. She’s rediscovered her ability to roll over and now spends long periods of time on our bed (well-supervised, of course) flopping from her back to her tummy to her back to her tummy, squealing and occasionally pausing on her back to give herself a round of applause. She is still tantalizingly close to crawling, doing a cute inchworm move to propel herself a few inches forward; when she’s on the hardwood floor, she can pull herself forward on her forearms. She gets frustrated quickly when she’s trying to move this way, and, at times, nothing seems to please her; she just wants desperately to move. Soon, soon, I think.

The picture is from NH--Lucia swimming in a sled.