it's a hot one.

Summer.

 You smacked me in the face today with your one hundred degree temps.

I'm glad you are here, but gee take it down a notch would ya?

My husband might burn to a crisp.

On another note.

Phil, Lacey, Gabe, and Rubi are in town. 

Every single time we are around them, Dallin says to me:

"Lauryn, can we bust one out?" 

By one, he means child.

Let's hope one never "busts" a baby out.

One day. 

But until that destined time, I shall squeeze, maul, and kiss these kidlets.