I've seen this idea floating around here and there, and the only place I can pinpoint my inspiration is to Danielle. Summer is hitting in full force around here as are the last of two-year molars. We are hot; we are uncomfortable. Yet we are not broken. (That sounds a bit dramatic, now doesn't it?)
But let's recap last week by the numbers, shall we:
32 -- The number of times (in a row, as in nonstop) a certain Sheriff requested that we "watch I Keen" (also known as Lightning McQueen) on the car ride home from the Baptism we attended Sunday.
4 -- The number of times we "made it rain" on the water table. I'd say my $35 was worth it.
23 -- The number of kiwis fop which HEB charged me. I bought 3.
2 -- The number of people crying on the way home from a birthday play date. One of them was behind sunglasses in the front seat. Oh these toddler tantrums hurt my heart.
0 -- The number of bottles of wine purchased. We've got to make a baby, people!
10 -- The number of minutes spent "cleaning" at the park, and by cleaning I mean throwing stray wood chips off the stairs/slide to the ground where they belong.
6 -- The number of times a certain toddler sat on the potty in a 3 day span.
1 -- The number of times said toddler actually peed.
2 -- The number of vacuums we own and that were used simultaneously. I am so thankful we kept that tiny one from J's first apartment. It's perfectly toddler sized and entertained for 30 minutes. Win.
3 -- The perfect number of sidewalk sprinklers for a post park trip cool down.
Have a great day y'all!