You have no idea how relieved I am that Tropical Storm Debby didn’t head west towards us this weekend. For those non-meteorologists out there that read this blog, it was near impossible to guess where Debby was going to head on Friday night. Of course, by Sunday, it was obvious. Beau spent his whole weekend monitoring it for work, and at one point I did run to the store and stock up on water, bread and batteries. The meteorologist in me was slightly thrilled with the idea of our first tropical system, but the home-owner in me is so relieved to be dealing with heat instead of winds and flooding this week.
Yesterday was our first official 100+ degree day in Houston. But instead of hiding inside all day as I would in the dead of winter in Minnesota, we headed to the Splash Pad! Ephram and I both had a blast, though he particularly enjoyed finding a worm and carrying it around with him everywhere… I got a few odd looks from one or two of the moms there, and no, I didn’t love him having wormy hands. But I’ve learned, sometimes you just have to let boys be boys. Wormy hands and all.
We’ve been to the Splash Pad with a couple of different groups of friends this summer so far, but yesterday we met up with the lovely Casey. I think I started following her blog around the time we were both pregnant with our first babies. She lived in Texas, I lived in Minnesota. Fast forward two years and she was getting ready for a move to Scotland and I was getting ready to move to Texas. We never had a chance to meet in person before she moved, but she’s in town visiting and invited us to join her mom friends/kids yesterday. Casey is such a sweet girl, besides being so talented and having great taste/style. So great to meet you in person finally, Casey!
I’m attempting to start a new family tradition of Homemade Pizza Friday. So far we’ve done it twice, and I’m still learning the best way to make the dough. This week I hope to try an overnight dough. Ephram helped me last week since he’s in love with our mixer. After adding the yeast and water, I told him we had to wait a little while before adding the flour. I helped him hop off the counter and he took off to get his toy mixer. After I retrieved the flour from the pantry, I realized he’d not only ran to get his own mixer, he was also trying to open the backdoor so he could obtain flowers for the pizza dough. I absolutely love this age. At least in between the tantrums…
What’s new with you this week?