She was intrigued and confused by the rain. Every time it thundered she pointed to the sky, and then to her heart. I think she thought it sounded like her heart. I let her listen to her heart with the stethoscope often.
I forgot how much I hate the summer. Tonight when I put her to bed, it was 77 degrees in our house. She was covered with sweat. Dripping. By the time I left the room there was a puddle a foot in either direction around her head. Oh summer and your warmer temperatures, I do loathe you so.