HOT

I am getting mighty sick of this heat wave. I can't even take my walks because it's unbearable! Steve still played soccer yesterday...because he's demented. He sent me a picture when he was done. Ew.

Kinda sweaty.

It's supposed to storm and cool off this weekend. Thank god! Hopefully it holds off today, though, because it is Wm's last day of Clubhouse - EVER. They are having a farewell picnic at the park. I can't believe Wm is done with Clubhouse. We are done paying for childcare for Wm. Forever. A decade later. I never thought I'd see the day. I watched him eating breakfast this morning and he looked giant (even though he is tiny). He is getting a tween-y look about him (and a bit of a tween-y 'tude at times as well!) Where did the time go? It makes me happy to see him grow into a strapping lad. Last night, we played Cranium, and as we got it out, I saw his tiny baby journal. We called him Liam until he was 10 months old! That's weird. Wm loved reading about himself when he was a young buck. His favorite story was the one where he pointed between his legs and yelled, "my penis!" And when I asked what it was doing (hopefully being aware it was peeing, leading to potty training), he yelled, "HAVING FUN!" Wm laughed so hard he gave himself the hiccups! Ah, memories!

As we were leaving Clubhouse yesterday, Wm's best friend there goes, "I won't be here tomorrow, so this is good-bye." Wm glanced and him and goes, "bye." And walked away. When we got in the car, I was like, "DUDE! What the what! You were super mean to Rhett!" He goes, "Why?" I told him that he'd probably never hang out with him again and that Rhett was trying to say goodbye to him and he was like, "whatevs, bye." Wm goes, "I'm not good with good-byes!"