For the love of my children

As I've mentioned in previous posts, it's been friggin' hot. I know that this shouldn't come off as a surprise since we, well, live in the friggin' desert and it's known for being friggin' hot in deserts. So yesterday I was feeling claustrophobic and like I've been a bad mom for not taking them out much to do fun things. I mean it's not like they don't get playtime, because we do let them go out and ride their bikes. It's dark, but hey, it's better than heat stroke, so we're cool with being creatures of the night.

One day a few weeks ago Jack took Syd and Punkin out for ice cream and to a really cool park he had discovered on the way to check out some job. He told me that it was shaded, so I figured I could take it for awhile so that the kids could play. Lucky for the kids, there was a splash pad, but I was leaning toward heat stroke. I didn't know there was one, so they went in fully clothed which was fine with them. Syd spent most of her time in the water just content to wander around smiling and singing to herself.

Here is Mel showing off the new gaps in her mouth. She lost two teeth the other night, and she's working on one more. That kid is all about scoring dough from the tooth fairy. She's trying to figure out why sometimes she gets more money than others. I tried to explain to her that the tooth fairy may have had to spread her cash out for more kids on particular nights, and that maybe the last time she had a slow night. I am a bullsh*t peddler.

I think that I've come to terms with the idea that my children are odd, but I'm still not sure where they get it, so if anyone has any ideas...

P.S. Punkin was with us but she was in an anti-camera mood and I didn't want to bring on a fit. I'm outta ding dongs, so I need to keep the peace.