Suck It, Skeeters

Hallelujah for playdates! It's been over a week since we've had one and that is over a week too long.

When I got the Evite yesterday to bring the kiddies to come play in a sprinkler with some other little friends, I got shivery excited about the opportunity and sent back an immediate, Yes, thank you, thank you! And at 2:30pm, thirty minutes before the playdate, and Heath had still not fallen asleep for a nap, I was very glad we had somewhere to be. And they both had a great time. Heath enjoyed the wild spraying sprinkler, joyfully getting soaked. Stella relished her snack time, sitting in her recycled blue seersucker with red crabs bathing suit. No need to get wet. Eating blueberries on a front porch is plenty fun.

The lack of nap made for an evening riddled with screaming. Fortunately none of it was mine, and I am pleased with my have a bath/read a book/got to bed early, nonplussed reaction.

Mist-a-Pest came this afternoon. And not a moment too soon. Poor Stella has over a dozen giant-sized, red welts all over her sweet little legs. Stinkin' mosquitoes. When we were in the backyard this evening I did notice a significant decrease in the little blood-suckin' buggers. And the couple that landed on my leg seemed delightfully lethargic.

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia came in the mail today. Or as Heath says, Sunny DeeFellPhi. It is a mouthful of a city. And very The Roots.