Hot weather finally:

We complained about it being cold. Oh, it was a cold spring. Now it is hot. Yesterday, I opened my mouth to complain about the heat and promptly closed it as I saw our row of winter coats hanging by the back door, having just been used a few weeks ago. It reached nearly 100 degrees yesterday and we set up the pool. We bought it at the Bi-mart at the beginning of the week when it was still 60 degrees and there were a few little plastic pools left. We buy lots of things at Bi-mart. I couldn't imagine life without it. 

Emma loves the pool and Mandy loves the pool. They played in it 3 times yesterday, the umbrella set up as appropriate shade. I sat in the lawn chair and wished for a good book. I have 3 books home from the library right now and none of them are good.  I have a rule about reading books. It matters little that the rule it ridiculous, it is just my rule. Books I start that do not grab my attention in the first chapter get put back in the bag to be returned to the library. Books that grab my attention and hold it for more than the first chapter must be finished. Even if the first chapter held the best contents in the whole book, I still feel compelled to finish it. I am not sure why I have this rule. Although, I hear my sister chanting cruelly in my head, "You always quit things. You are a quitter." I think that chant was after a particularly bad game of Monopoly that I couldn't stand any long and I quit. OK, so I kinda had a reputation for quitting Monopoly or any game really, that I wasn't winning. It lives with me, obviously to this day. So, the 3 books from the library all failed me in the first chapter and are back in the return bag so that I don't have to be reminded that I quit reading them.

Instead of reading a good book, I worked on my tan, took pictures of the girls, looked at my plants for about 15 minutes thinking they needed water, and worked on my tan some more.

This is how much Emma love the pool. 

Let me tell you how much Mandy loves the pool. Na, I'll just let the pictures do that.

I cannot resist chubby baby buns. I did not resist and I took the picture. And here I am posting it for the world to see. Sorry Mandy. I will remove this particular post when you are old enough to hate chub on your buns and thighs. For now, I'll just love it to pieces and take pictures.