It's April. A-Pril. Not June. Not July. So why was I busting out the swim trunks? Because it was freakin' hot.
It was so hot that my friend Heather and I took four boys to the playground and they asked to leave after 30 minutes. They were too hot.
So I suggested a jaunt through the Sprinkle Rocket. I love that thing.
Then, Magoo had two birthday parties back to back. One was at a place called Timber Gyms where the kids ran and climbed and jumped on playscapes, ladders, and slides. That was 90 minutes. Then we drove to Jump Zome, where many of the same kids ran and climbed and jumped on inflatables. They were having a blast, clearly, but they were so tired. All their little cheeks were bright red.
At 7:00 pm - 45 minutes into the second party - pre-pizza and cake - Magoo wiped out. He tripped on the carpeting and skinned both knees. That was it. He was too tired to recover and we left. (I was kinda ready to go. That was a lot of party for Mama too!)
You'd think with a day like that, the kid would sleep until noon the next day. Not my boy. Up at 5:45!
We're still feeling the heat, but today it is reasonable. Low 80's. Crazy.