Saturday, August 6, 2011

Why does 107 degrees in San Antonio feel like 147 million?
We have our AC blasting on 65 degrees and its still over 80 in the apartment.
We go to Target to chill out.

Wolfgang likes it more than the zoo.

I went into Fredricksburg on Saturday and got to see Cathy's mom. She was sitting out on her cute porch reading her mail. Its nice to know that people like this still exist in the world.

Max is a starer.

And a great car-sleeper!

One night it was so hot we couldn't bare to turn on the stove. So we went to McDonalds.
I know. Gross. But it was cool and there were things to play with and/or press one's forehead against.

Wolfgang was more interested in locking the emergency exit with Randy's keys. I'm sure all the watching parents wondered if either of our kids had ever actually seen a playground.

But we had some fine dinin'.
Max ate a whole french fry. His first.


  1. Ugh, hot! I wouldn't want to turn on the stove either!

  2. Too bad we don't have an autumn that is right around the corner. We still have awhile to go before it gets any cooler. ugh.

    love you