It looks like rain.
Literally. It’s 104 degrees. Rain means at least a 20 degree temperature drop.
Wait… Watch for it… RAIN! Better yet, TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR.
If you live in Texas or anywhere that typically doesn’t see rain but does see over 100 degree weather in August, you’d completely comprehend my jubilation. Moving here in 2003 altered my entire view of precipitation. Of course, stuff like THIS happens where I used to live.
Wow…. Windy too. A little flare up cell just like this took OFF part of the roof my gym a week ago on Monday. I hope it doesn’t do it again.
I didn’t mean to blog about rain. It’s just (sadly and pathetically) considered newsworthy in August. In Texas.
Did I mention it was 104 out five minutes ago? And now it isn’t.
But you don’t care about my weather. So let me share a quick Chaos Kiddo update (because I have to pick up Computer God from work soon).
I had to remove the slide on the Kangaroo Climber because of THIS. I couldn’t leave the room. I will put it back when I’m assured uninterrupted time where I can be vigilant so my little girl doesn’t take a dive. Is it too early to teach her hapkido so she can learn to fall properly?
The Tackler is having interesting repercussions to potty training. And by interesting I mean messy and sleep disruptive. But I will devote an entire post to that later and warn readers, so those with delicate dispositions (who have never dealt with potty training or find anything in that category swinging into TMI territory).
We are FINALLY making some progress in the potty training department, though. It’s just of the two steps forward, some large disgusting messes backward variety.
I hope the end is near.
Please, please, PLEASE let it be near.
Lil Diva took a too-short nap and was cranky. Because I only had 4.5 hours of sleep last night (see Tackler reason above), I decided to see what she thought of Sesame Street.
Did you know Neil Patrick Harris guest starred on it as the Shoe Fairy?
That reminds me, I need to watch Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog.
I miss Joss Wheden shows.
I think the rain has stopped and if he doesn’t wake up in the next ten minutes, I’ll have to wake up The Tackler from his late nap.
A dirty diaper change and 15 minutes later…
Time to wake up the kid.
Updated 7-19-11: It’s funny how I’m praying for torrential rain almost one year later.
And thank god I’m in between potty training right now…