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Sunny days are here again, and we're all dreamy

We continue to have early summer in this fine, fine April, and Willow and I continue to take full advantage of the warmth, playing outside every chance we get.
This week saw highs in the 80s, and with them, the year's debut of the water table.
Willow loves this thing, with its little slides for its little people, and its scoops and tiny boats. She mostly likes to scoop out water and do any of a number of things with it: Pour it back into the table, take it to water plants around the yard or, gasp, just turn it up and drink it!
The other day, Willow played at the water table for nearly two hours straight, without any other care in the world. She's playing at it now, which gives me this rare opportunity to jot down something, quickly, in this blog. (This little girl keeps me busy, and off the computer; she HATES it when I get on the computer ... H-A-T-E-S I-T! Thankfully, she hasn't notice me typing away yet.)
Today is another day in the 80s, and even though Willow is drenching herself at the water table, she isn't cold. The backyard has been bright and sunny for the past couple of weeks, but the leaves are filling in on the trees, so we'll be in the shade before long (a blessing on hot, hot summer days).
For Willow and me, summer is here, so we'll be in a state of shock later this week when the highs PLUMMET back to the 50s (Noooooo).
Toys R Us realizes warmth has flashed back into our part of the world (and into our hearts and minds). We received a catalog in the mail the other day, and it's filled with, and I quote, "the biggest selection of top brands in outdoor fun."
Cherish and I have drooled over this thing. We're especially drawn to the big, and I mean BIG, inflatable slides-and-pools combos. They're like tiny water parks for your backyard.
NEWS BULLETIN: This is the part in the blog where the grandparents' eyes and ears need to perk up. Hints are being dropped here, people.
Cherish and I have been dreaming about these water-slides-and-pools thingies, and we JUST KNOW Willow and Baby No. 2 are all dreamy about them too. *cough*
Well, enough of that. I'm going to log off and take this moment of peace to look through the Toys R Us catalog for the, I don't know, 20th time.

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