The little one went apple picking today with her classmates. There was a tiny part of me that was sad that I didn’t go with her, but the rest of me appreciated the air conditioning today. We’ve had a string of high temperatures this week hovering just under one hundred. It’s miserable out there. Apple picking says corduroy and jeans and cardigans to me, not this. It’s early though – we’re bound to cool off at some point, and then I’ll take the hay wagon out there.
Every afternoon we get photos from F’s teachers – I love these little glimpses into her day. Especially the kind that show her up on stage, ringing a bell. She will volunteer for anything. She seems big to me here, and extra cute. I love this smile the best – the one she wears when the reality of what she is doing perfectly matches her expectation level of that event. When you are four, those moments can be rare. When you see dimples, all is well with the world, at least for a spell.
She was not so well on Monday night, just before midnight, when she woke up and we discovered she had a fever of 103. Medicine in, a little tub time, and then back to bed. Seven hours later she was fever free, without a single symptom. Strange – like she stored up a little heat from the day and spent the night trying to get rid of it. I’m looking forward to nights that cool things down again, and crisp mornings – (inside and outside) fever free.