Last night you swam in a fountain. It was not a clean fountain, and I don't really think you were supposed to be swimming in it, but it was very hot at the Kirkwood outdoor concert and you insisted. I've never really thought of myself as a pushover, but I have definitely learned to choose my battles with you. Unfortunately, Brynn and Ella had to join in the fountain, and their daddy was slightly irritated. Then other kids followed your lead, as did a giant poodle. You were immediately airlifted at that point.
On Wednesday night we went to the Botanical Garden concert with Auntie LarLar and Ms. Katie. You had a snowcone and stayed up until 10 pm. We love summer.
Four days until Mexico! I can tell you're excited because yesterday at 5 am you brought the picture of me and your daddy into bed with me. I'm suffering fairly regular anxiety attacks at the prospect of a 6 am flight and three weeks without English, but it'll all be worth it when you see your dad at the airport.
Tonight we're meeting Obama for happy hour and tomorrow we are going swimming with Jack and Allison. You still think Jack is Allie's boyfriend, not her twin, and I think we can blame that on your obsession with the Notebook.
Love you!
