Speaking of normalcy, the strange, out-of-place cold fronts and super strange hail storms have seemed to have fled Florida as quickly as they came. The past few days have seen temperatures in the mid-to-high 90's and though it's been brutally hot, the kind of hot that burns your insides a little, it's been nice. Nice to have back days at the splash pad, at the beach, in Grandma's pool on afternoons where it's just so hot that a diaper simply has to make do as an adequate swimsuit because there is no staying out of the water. It seems our impending summer is on Ethan's mind, too, as the other afternoon he woke up from his nap and when I asked him what he dreamed of, he responded with: "Beach. Ice cream cone."
You and me both, buddy.