Melting

If I were an ice cube, I would have melted and the water would have evaporated about 30 seconds after I got out of bed this morning.

Today was the hottest day this year and the first 100 degree day occurring in the month of June since 1988.

I definitely remember the summer of 1988.  There were seven 100 degree days that summer and lots of other days with temps in the high 90's.  It was beastly hot that summer, so hot and dry in fact that the 4th of July fireworks were postponed until Labor Day weekend.  In a strange twist, it was so cold for Labor Day that we had to dress E and K in winter coats when we took them to Armstrong Park to watch the fireworks.  Luckily, K still fit into the snow suit that she had worn as a newborn.

One of the worst parts of the heat in 1988 was being the breastfeeding mom of a 7-9 month old.  I felt like K and I were forged into one sticky, sweaty mass as she was nursing four to five times per day and we were just beginning to introduce cereal and other solid foods.  K must not have minded the fact that her liquid nutrition tasted a little saltier than usual, because she didn't let the heat slow her down.  Unfortunately to me it seemed like I constantly had my shirt pulled up and my breast out.  I'm sure I was less of a serene Madonna mother and more of a crabby, selfish whiner . . . some things never change.  : /