

I think it was Willa's first experience with sand! She wasn't interested in touching it with her hands (or eating it, thankfully). Instead she spent the entire time very intently digging a hole with her feet.

Upon our return home, we checked the status of our plants.
Jia was especially thrilled about this development...
We kept talking about how it was *finally* nice out. Finally summer. We decided to have dinner on our deck outside. We finished making the meal and gathered each and every thing we could possibly need during dinner so that we could simply all sit and enjoy our food. We had beautiful blue skies and puffy clouds. Just as we were sitting down, the tornado sirens went off. Then the drama of screaming children and rushing to get inside began. We are grateful that we were spared the tornado, but about ten minutes after we hurried inside, this happened:
Tons of loud hail. Jia was intensely sad because she thought summer was over! Poor kid! One day of summer is too short, even by Minnesota standards.

Jia has started calling Willa "Willie" by the way. Not sure how I feel about this. I do have a soft spot for Willie Nelson. Maybe it's okay. She doesn't seem to care.




