We house-sat for my parents over the weekend. I only managed to get a few pictures when everyone was down for naps.
Here's Alex in his sleeping bag.
The dollhouse where the munchkins spent half their time. (It has an awesome amount of accessories. Even I played with it a little.)
The kitties, where they spent the other half of their time.
Also, this was my observation last year about August:
August is the cruelest month.
As my mom mentioned in her blog, February is supposedly the cruelest month. But February has holidays to break it up, and there's nothing in August.
Also, we woke up this morning to find that it was cool and breezy, about 70 degrees. My husband went for a walk and said that it was almost chilly.
August always does this. It cools off and gives one hope for fall, and a glimpse of the gloriousness of cooler weather. And then it slams you with 110 degrees and humidity and thunderstorms until mid-September.
February's got nothing on August.