Stuff I don't want to forget

Our summer has been horrible.  Not because of us, because of the weather.  We've had a week of semi-humid, overcast, mostly rainy days that prevent out and abouts because you never know if you're going to get dumped on.  The kids and I have been filling our time with trips to malls with quarter rides, nonsense errands to goodwill to clean out more closets, and walks to the grocery store or yarn shop down the street to get a new knitting needle or a few bananas.  Anything to get out of the house but never be further than five seconds from a roof in case of random downpour.

In the car, I told Breckin to sing a song to make the rain stop so we could enjoy a park.  He sang Rain, Rain Go Away no less than 35 times.  In a row.  Loudly.  Dustin often wonders if the kids talk all the time everywhere we go but when you have kids that sing or talk or scream or don't have an off button, you find your selective hearing button rather quickly.  So, I couldn't really answer him cause if they do, I don't really hear them.  Is that bad parenting?  Maybe.  Sanity saving?  You bet.  But Ella hears Breckin and hears every word.  So when he was done, she busted out with her own version.  "Rain, rain.  On my shoes.  Oh YEAH!"  She's been slowly putting together small strings of words but this was her first solo singing and first multiple strings of words.  I laughed and Breckin laughed so hard that she kept saying it and followed everything she said for the rest of the day with Oh Yeah. 

I just didn't want to forget.  Oh, and we can't find the charger for the camera battery so we've had zero pictures since June 10th.  Lame.