You know it's summer when...

The other night Aleks and I were watching some of the Olympic trials.

One young woman, who just turned 17, qualified for the first time.

As the heat ended, the cameras cut to her family and showed their reactions in the final moments of the race.

The dad was jumping up and down and the mom was standing with her hand covering her mouth, hardly moving. As their daughter finished and it became apparent she would be a part of the US Olympic team, the mom looked stunned while the dad looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin, he was so excited.

I looked at Aleks and said, "No way. There is absolutely no way I could handle it if our girls ever go to the Olympics. I mean, it's just too much."

Aleks started laughing, "Are you kidding me?! Have you met our girls? They're not going to the Olympics. Unless there's a 'jumping on stuff' category."

He has a point. Our girls are really good at climbing on top of every piece of furniture in the house. 

Oh! And they're really good at jumping onto stuff too.

It's been sweltering here. We've had triple digits all week. Thursday was 106 and Friday was 102. Interestingly, Friday seemed exponentially more bearable, even though it was only 4 degrees cooler. A friend of mine said it was because there was less humidity.

At any rate, we've been spending some time at our YMCA. 

The outdoor water park is wonderful.

I can't wait until our girls can be on our own at the pool. Right now, it's a bit like an intense survival game. Keeping the girls from getting knocked down by older boys who run past, making sure Ruby's always holding a hand as we walk through waist high water, catching them at the other end of the slide so they don't drown...

at least it's cool!