I talked to an old college friend last night. She was lamenting the attitude of her three-year-old and asked me, "Molly, please tell me that three gets better?"
And my response was what I often say. Kids are just like the weather.
Just when you think you know what's coming. They change it up.
Just when you think you can't stand another minute of it, it changes. Conversely, just when you think you have it made, when life can't get any better, it turns on a dime and falls apart.
Like much of the country, we've been in the midst of an incredible heat wave over the past couple of weeks. Minneapolis (so I heard) actually had the highest heat index of anywhere in the world at some given moment last week.
It's hot. And complaint worthy.
And then suddenly, it wasn't. It was warm and lovely and pleasant.
Again, kind of like raising kids.
Because right before these classic, Americana, lovely, blissful pictures were taken?
Pretty much have to admit that...
All of these kids were sitting in time out. And then were told to put their swimsuits on, get outside and blow off some steam.
Now if I could just figure out something like this for the winter.
