Have you ever noticed that the world just seems a little happier in the summer? Personally, summer is not my favorite time of year, but that might because I spend most of it pealing dead, burnt skin off of my shoulders-gross, I know. Anyway, I have just been noticing that people seem to be more stress-free and relaxed during the summer months. I supposed the fresh air, cold beer, and the warm sun beating down on newly tanned skin might be what makes some people chipper, but for me it is something else.
** I thoroughly enjoy watching Farris splash around in her pool that has been carefully placed in the far right corner of my parents ‘new’ deck to ensure maximum sun exposure. I also really get a kick out of the fact that she has not one, not two, but three motorized Barbie cars that she sits in talking on her cell phone and honking the horn, but refuses to push the petal and actually drive. **
I guess what I am trying to say is that summer is slowly becoming my favorite time of year because it is the one time when Farris can get out of our basement apartment (that we have so cleverly nicknamed ‘the cave’) and enjoy being an independent toddler with popsicle stains around her mouth and dirt in her beautiful pink polished nails.
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