No idea where that expression comes from and pretty sure it applies only to warm weather in September, but it was 66 here today. Didn't pick up the camera nearly enough, but like the shot of Lincoln above waiting for something to happen on the playground at Greta's school. We played while Mommy installed 17 new coat hooks in the back room of Greta's classroom so the kindergartners can hang up their backpacks and coats. (It was a 2nd grade classroom until this year, so the old hooks are about 8" too high. Don't ask why Carey spent $30 at Home Depot to do the deed instead of a few pennies from our $12,000 annual tax bill.)
After morning handiwork Lincoln and I met the Haydens at a different playground (the one near the pool) while Mommy and Greta took advantage of a free introductory ballet lesson at a local studio trying to drum up business. Greta was deemed a natural and for $500 through June she could become the female Baryshnikov. She could also stretch in our driveway and hula hoop occasionally.
We're all still a little under the weather with coughs that just won't quit. Greta's the worst today, I'm a bit better and Lincoln fakes it for sympathy. Carey was lucky to be out of town for the 48 hours during the height of the contagion, I think.
Tomorrow it's Emma Bailey's 6th birthday.
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