Jekyll and Hyde

Did you think I meant a child?

No, I am referring to Texas weather.

Two weeks ago, we were frozen, iced over and had something like 6 inches of snow in one night. And in case you're getting a superiority complex over your state being colder, keep this in mind: My mother -- who has children in Texas (me), Idaho, Utah and Montana -- called me during that time to inform me that of everyone, my state was the coldest. So no more making fun of Rachel when she says it's cold!

Enough of that rant. I believe it really stems from the ill feelings I have begun to harbor against the fair-weather runners. What I really mean to say is: It was cold. Two weeks ago it started warming up (again ... bear in mind, 2 days before our first storm hit, we had a 70-degree day).

Today, our Hyde-esque weather manifested again and we're hitting a high of 75 degrees.

At 10:30 this morning, with the old mercury reading 70, the kids and I went out in our short-sleeved shirts and went to a (finally!) dry park.

I believe the other women there thought this was my first trip to the park. You see, I have a sister that lives 1,700 miles away and she's been telling me she has no idea what my children look like any more.

I see her point. Up until yesterday, I still had a post about Christmas on my main blog page. I was posting with the frequency of a private blogger (ahem). So enjoy the mundane photos. I went through a slight case of social embarrassment to take them:

And we did have fun.

We ended up leaving when we did because -- get this -- Jane was tired and hot. Ha! Just wait my love, just wait.