Hottest Day of the Year

Today was the first day of the year where the mercury climbed above 90 degrees. That might sound shocking to some, but the record for Portland is actually October 5, which I experienced but don't remember happening in 1980. I prefer the temperate and cool climate of the Willamette Valley, so I'm like in the one percentile of people in Oregon who is enjoying summer this year. Because the weather is the only true way to judge how good the summer is.

Meg's friend Susan was visiting her family in Sherwood, so she let us tag along and go swimming in her family's pool. The boys were so excited they got into their swimsuits around noon, even though they knew we weren't leaving until after 5:00, and even though Meg takes them several times a week to the Sellwood community pool.

Some of Susan's nieces, about Ed and Aaron's age, were also there, and everyone seemed to get along well and enjoy the company. Unfortunately, there was only one magic sword on the premise, so it became a hotly contested item and led to a few meltdowns from Ed.

Thank goodness Meg rescued me
The pool also had a diving board, which all three boys took advantage of. Aaron the swimmer was a little tentative at first, but he got used to it eventually. Ed reacted similarily, despite wearing a lifejacket, but after a few jumps with me nearby, he would run as fast as he could down to the end of the diving board and then jump with all of his might. Ian, who can't swim, and who wasn't wearing a lifejacket (he doesn't like them anyway), showed no fear and would jump in to where I treaded water. He was worried much more about the bees that sometimes chased us around the pool. After repeating this 20 times without interruption, I felt kind of tired needed a break. Meg replaced me to keep the boy content for a little longer. Ian continues to display his affinity for water, and I hope that translates well into learning how to swim.

There was a trampoline on the premise--no good Mormon household should be without one--and I find it funny how easily I can entertain the kids with my vast array of tricks, which really means I know how to do flips and bounce lightweight kids halfway to the celestial kingdom. Thankfully this power doesn't get to my head and only inflates my already off the chart levels of self-esteem.

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  1. Megan10:57 AM

    I would kill for Oregon weather right now!

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