I feel like this whole summer has either been blazing hot so we can't go outside or pouring rain so we can't go outside. My inner three year old is having a tantrum and yelling at the top of her voice, "I WANNA GO TO THE PARK!!" Seriously, there is only so much we can do inside. I've built elaborate houses made out of blocks, played basketball with our toy bins, read all his books a million times and on and on. Harry is too young for arts and crafts or pretend games, so I'm going crazy. If he's awake and I'm home, he won't let me do anything alone without crying for me. I think we've watched more Baby Neptune than a sane person can stand in one week.
All I can say is that it had better clear up this weekend.