On the hottest day of the past week, my husband and I took a siesta under the ceiling fan while our son napped. Later, we drank mojitos (I still can't get the recipe right) with friends by the kiddie pool.
Today my son and I squeezed into the pool together. I displaced a couple dump trucks and nursery pots, and a few times my son himself. I reluctantly got out, realizing after the second time my son toppled backwards and out of the pool, I was just too big.