Or maybe I should say that it’s humid. It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity, right? Scratch that it’s both. Hot and humid, like wearing a second skin. The baby won’t sleep whether it’s a nap during the day or come bedtime at night – at least not without being attached in some way to me. In arms or nursing, the need for comfort is strong. She’s teething. Working on the second of her top teeth. At total of three so far and fussy. “Fix it, Mommy!” her reply. A second skin and an attached heater. I must remember this come winter.
Sweating. While sitting still. This photo? Part of a post I’ve abandoned for the moment. Too hot to think. Too hot to sit still. Too hot.