Our 95F Saturday:
9am we had breakfast with George and Becky at Mom's (probably the only restaurant in Seattle without a website.) It was their first meeting with Annabel, and she responded by sleeping through most of breakfast.
11am we head home. Northwest Hospital temperature says 90F. Yes indeed, the house is hot, hot, hot. We change into wedding clothes. Annabel wears her Grandma Stone's handmade smocked dress. The hotel on Aurora says it's now 92F.
1pm we're at Bethany. It's even hotter than the house. It's the Cure and Buster Poindexter mashed up. (That's "Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot" for those of you who didn't get that last reference.) Luckily, the bride and groom had a nice, sweet, SHORT 20 minute ceremony. Off to the reception... the hall next door. No A/C, 200+ people. At this point, Annabel is hot and tired and fussy and refuses to be held. We say our piece to the bride and groom, and off we go.
2:30 now... or 3? Anyway, Annabel is mad, hot, and tired. I take off her dress, pull off her diaper, and put her on the changing table. Suddenly, she's never been happier. Thermostat is now over 85F.
Time to decamp. Off to Costco. After the once a month stockup on baby formula and diapers, we headed to Alderwood and hung out in the food court.
When we got home the neighbors were out on the front yard cooling down -- and a bunch of the other wedding guests dropped by to enjoy the grass/bugs/vegetable tray. Annabel was passed around and eventually fell asleep on the blanket while the adults discussed horror films, health care for children, and edible members of the lily family.
Once the house finally cooled down, we went to bed. We survived the heat. Probably (hopefully) the last time we'll see 90+F this year. THANK YEW JEEZUS!!!1!
