29 : Day 12

The whole week was projected to be one big steam bath. It was even too hot to rig up the garden hose to the mailbox for Puck’s homemade sprinkler system.

Instead, the boys and I drove back home and holed up for a few hours while a few more cracks in the basement were sealed before the next big rain. Which was probably just around the corner.

We were so late getting back for lunch, we stopped for Lunchables at 1:30. And it didn’t take long for Yali to lift out the small stack of cheese and split it right down the middle with his two little brown hands.

“BROKEN! BROKEN!” he wailed at me from his high chair at the Silverspoon house.

“Yup, you’re right. It’s broken.”

I never really know what he wants me to do about it.

The heat index topped out at about 106 in the mid-afternoon. Yali and I sat on the deck a few minutes at a time here and there, just to feel our skin bake a little. Puck refused to take part.

All that heat eventually paid off as the radar lit up towards the dinner hour. Something big was coming.

While we waited, Puck took the opportunity to stuff himself with half a large bag of carrots. Then he left the room to weigh himself. He returned later with some important news.

“Mom, I just ate two pounds of carrots,” he told me with impressed gravity. “I weigh 78 pounds.”

Soft tacos, Yali in the tub, down for the night. And then the wind started rolling. Puck was pretty excited, pointing out all the crazy clouds zooming across the neighborhood.

“RUN AROUND IN CIRCLES! RUN AROUND IN CIRCLES! RUN AROUND IN CIRCLES!” he yelled outside, running around in circles.

Then he stretched out on the cement walk up to the house, flat on his back.

“MOM! COME JOIN ME!” he said with enthusiasm. “THIS IS SO COOL!”

So I did. And we watched the storm tear over our heads, thunder and lightning.

“Can I sleep under the stars tonight, Mom?”

“Not sure you’ll see too many stars…”

Eventually the wind blew us back inside and we watched all the trees near split in half. Fun times.