of "heat index" and leaving the air conditioning run. Meanwhile, I keep tossing popsicles at the kids in the pool and wiping my brow.
Mr. T is at his second week of camp. He came home from Boy Scout camp talking about getting a summer gig as a counselor. He's conflicted--it pays well, but would he be homesick? He does love camp, though, and staying in a cabin instead of a camp would make it a more palatable summer job.
Mr. G has to choose between a baseball tournament and a soccer tournament this weekend. His baseball team needs him more than the soccer team. I hate it when a kid has to miss because they're over-committed, so I'm trying to conceive of a way to get him to at least one of the soccer games. While also ferrying Mr. B to his baseball games in another town and Mr. T to his soccer tournament. Coincidentally, I need to fuel up the Momvan.
My mom is coming to stay with us this weekend--and experience the full force of 3 boys in sports. Three kids, four tournaments in three cities. She's in for a trip.
And in the course of a day my front yard went from this:
Coming soon: cement trucks!