Ah, summer!

Back in the old days I relished summer weather, but I've lost my ability to withstand the heat. I guess my thermostat was reset last summer during my pregnancy -- Isaac was born in early September, which is our hottest month here in the Bay Area. Oh, I was miserably hot. Around here, when you go out on a summer evening you have to carry a sweater (or heck, even a coat) to protect against the chill fog. Last summer I never needed a sweater. I was so overheated, I felt like I would never feel cold again. (I was genuinely surprised when I finally did, sometime in November.)

Anyway, this wretched heat wave was giving me flashbacks, but luckily it seems to be over and it's finally safe to go outside. It was a glorious weekend, if somewhat boring to read about. Yesterday we took our lunch to the park and had a picnic on the grass, and Isaac got to swing. There were cavorting toddlers for him to watch, and a big yellow toy truck to admire. Later that afternoon we played in our yard: I blew bubbles, Walt leapt to snap at them like a dog gone mad, and Izzy laughed so hard that he fell over backwards, still laughing. Today we went to the farmers' market and loaded up the stroller with farm-fresh bounty; tonight Craig made grilled wild salmon and corn on the cob. Isaac used the lounge chair on our lawn as a jungle gym; he's learned to throw a leg onto it and clamber up. It's funny to watch him play outside on the grass, since it's the only time he truly crawls -- inside the house he doesn't have to get up on his hands and knees, since his belly slides easily along our smooth concrete floor.

Ah, summer! This is Isaac's first summer, and I know he is much too young to remember it. But I hope that I will remember at least some part of it -- something other than the heat, that is.