Things that make me cry

107* today, people.
It makes a (very) pregnant woman cry.
It makes any woman cry...but especially one who is packing around an extra 35 lbs.

I drove through Sonic to get slushies for the kids, and ordered a giant cup of ice for me.
It didn't last long enough, but it definitely helped. 

Our air conditioner is set at 75* (which is not cool enough, if you ask me, but that's another argument story.) and it runs non-stop. Seriously, it rarely turns off. 3am, 4am, 5am---supposedly the "coolest" parts of the day?  No. Unbearable without both air conditioning running nonstop and an oscilating fan aimed directly at you. 

I kept my feet up enough today and yesterday that my ankles are hardly swollen at all. Sweet relief. I need to do that more often.

Quincy hates the heat too.  She is miserable and cries even more than I do.
Reese keeps the freezer stocked with water bottles so we have an endless supply of nearly frozen water.  She has mastered the art of smacking the bottle on the counter and shaking it like a glow stick, so the water is full of tiny and delicious ice chips.
Corbin still doesn't understand that the heat is what makes the backyard unbearable, and goes outside barefoot periodically, then it hits him and he runs back to the house on his tip toes saying, "My beet! My beet are burning on da ground! That's too hot, Mama!" 
Aaron seems to have a heart of ice (really. I think he must be cold blooded) because he is totally unaffected by the heat or humidity and doesn't get why we are all miserable and why no one wants to eat anything but popsicles for dinner....and why I handed out a death threat if he dared ordered a papa murphy pizza that would require setting the oven to 425*. 

Dinner options are as follows:
-cold cereal
-cold sandwiches
-cold watermelon, frozen go-gurts
-cheese, crackers, and cold cuts (noticing a theme here?)
-chilled pasta salad
-ice

All in all...we are surviving one schwetty day at a time, and praying for a big fat thunderstorm to sweep through and drench the dustbowl that has become our backyard.  We are literally growing sundried tomatoes. On the vine.

We've hit the pool a lot lately, spent yesterday inside the art museum, and are keeping cool/entertained with water balloons, popsicles, cold bubble baths, ice, ice, and more ice, spraying the kids with the hose when I water the garden, wearing as little clothing as tactfully possible, and eating homemade ice cream with friends.