Hot, Hot, Hot... Day 1

Thursday

A few days ago, it started feeling a bit like summer. It didn’t occur to me at first, but I really shouldn’t have been feeling summer inside my house. After all, the air conditioner unit was replaced last summer and subsequently recharged with Freon as the summer ended. One would think that it would be doing well as the unit is new and has already been recharged twice.

The signs are all there, though. My babies’ hair is starting to curl up at the end; even Vivienne has super large ringlets in her very thick peach fuzz. Kai’s smaller more sparse little do is now sporting tiny upturned curly-q’s at the nape of his tiny neck. Kian’s hair is sticking up in whatever pattern it was smished into from the last time he laid down, tiny pieces of fuzz are starting to stick to it from the carpet and I think that is a teddy graham- head that I see peeping out from behind his cow-lick.

The only one of us who has yet to notice that it’s getting a bit warm in here is my eldest son. He is claiming that a week at boyscout camp in the broiling sun has conditioned him to not notice temperature, thus he appears un-phased by the rising thermostat- he is still insisting on wearing his grey-flannel bathrobe so I suppose he must be okay!

We contacted our landlord last night. Of course, it was a last resort for me because I always like to give things the benefit of the doubt and try and resolve problems myself if at all possible.

One of the things we purchased on our Wal-mart outing was a package of fresh air-filters just in case the one I replaced less than a month ago proved fuzzy or dirty. I had left the air off in case it proved frozen while we ran our errands so that I would know if it was the filter or not causing the problem.

I replaced the slightly fuzzy old filter with a shiny new blue one and hoped for the best. About an hour later, we discovered that there was what appeared to be a small ice-berg forming on the air unit out back. We tried hosing it off, and letting everything thaw out to no avail. I put in a quick call to our landlord for repair (had to leave a message.)

Over the course of that rather warmish evening, my daughter developed a whole new cry. It’s more of a wail, really. Not quite as bad as the “Wah-wah Wail” she had reserved for her interment in the NICU, but still a wail all the same. I have named it her "Destitute child" cry and it is pitiful. Kian is also working on his own version of the same.

Vivienne has spent the last few hours honing her new cry to a fine art. The dog is starting to howl along with her in unison, their song is something to hear, let me tell you!