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So i'm lucky enough to have an employer at my day job that allows me to telecommute every now and then. It saves on gas, they get at least 90 minutes more of production from me (i trade driving time for work time). They know that I am working because they can see the results via regular updates. This luxury allows me to see into the lives of my children during the day time. My wife is a very strong woman to put up with what she does during the day.

The weather as of late, has been pretty brutal. High humidity and 97+ temperatures for 25 straight days. We are set to break the record of consecutive days over 90 degrees which was set at 30 days back in 1993. It looks like we will get about 34 days before a cool front is expected to sweep in. Dry heat is a misnomer.

So with it being as hot as it has been for the past few weeks, the women in this house walk around with their hair up off their necks to help them stay cool. Ceiling fans whir at high speed and there is plenty of juice and milk to keep people hydrated.

Until daddy works from home. Daddy is not privy to the Daytime Rule Set (DRS) so things tend to get mucked up because Daddy simply doesn't know that "Mommy lets us..." or "Mommy does it this way" etc...

The kids go to bed for their naps fully clothed sans shoes. Emma wanted Yellow Blanky so I gave it to her and she snuggled up with it and drifted off to sleep. After a good nap she came back into the den. I am working in my Dude chair on my laptop. I glance over to her and she looks like a drowned rat. Her hair is all nappy from sweat and her cheeks are flushed. She must have gotten too hot sleeping with Yellow Blanky.

"I'm hot" she says quietly as to not wake her mother napping on the couch.

"I'm sorry baby. Hold your hair up so the ceiling fan can blow on your neck and help cool you off." I replied.

She says "okay" and proceeds to move behind my chair and peek around at me making funny faces. I laugh at her and then delv back into my work.

Clickity Clickity Clickty goes the keyboard. Over the clicking of the keys I hear a soft sound from behind me. It's regular in rythm. It's not a sound that our insane Cocker would make. It's not scratching or rolling. I know no one is playing with the toy basket. No one is scooting a chair across the floor.

There it is again....

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I could probably keep perfect time to this sound. My curiosity overtakes me and I put down the laptop and stand up to see what is behind me.

And there it is.... my eldest beautiful daughter lying on the floor spread eagle on her back. It's obvious what she's doing and I start to laugh. I still have to ask her just to hear it outloud.

"Emma what are you doing sweety?" I question.

The most angelic smile accompanies her response of "It's hot Daddy so I'm making snow angels."




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