This morning I took Kiera to an outdoor children's fair, and afterwards we went to playgroup at the park. It was in the 90's so nobody showed up for playgroup. So I said "Kiera, let's go home-- it's hot". She immediately started blowing (we always blow on food when I say "it's hot"). It was cute. Now whenever I say "it's hot" she starts blowing. Good thing I have Kiera for an air conditioner

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Gramps said…
Every time you tell me something like this about Kiera (Or Christa tells me similar stories about her boys) my heart just aches to be able to enjoy these experiences first hand every week as they grow up.
Chad said…
90, eh? It's nice here. It might reach 90 this weekend, but I hear that it'll be 100 in SoCal...

Man, I'm glad I live in Utah.
Cambrienelson said…
we can just take a nice drive down to the beach to cool off : )
Marilyn said…
Do you know just how lucky you are to have such a darling little entertainer? Makes me chuckle...

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