Like the rest of the country, we’ve had record breaking heat this summer in Hawaii. It’s reached 90-91degrees, and I realize that compared to places that break 100, that may not sound that bad, but add humidity that is in the mid-70s onto that and zero trade winds, and it makes for pretty nasty weather.
After a long day, I loaded the kids into the car to run a quick errand. As I was buckling Parker’s seatbelt, he pressed his face into my collarbone–not so unusual for my usually affectionate boy. He suddenly leaned back and said, “Yuck.”
“What?” I asked.
“You smell gross.”
I think four is a good age to start reminding my child that I was in labor with him for thirty-six hours followed by a C-section to bring him into the world, don’t you?
Dancing Through Motherhood 