When we moved to Australia four years ago, I knew that the seasons were reversed. As we were coming over in July, though, I just could not wrap my brain around the fact that it could be winter somewhere. Not while we were sweltering in the oppressive, "Seriously? It's this hot?" kind of Texas heat. I thought, "Surely these Australians know that it isn't really winter."
Oh, but it was. And when our jet-lagged Ava would wake up at 4:30 in the morning and we would get up in the freezing pre-dawn, I'd think, "Oh. They weren't kidding." Conversely, our first New Year's Day here, it was 108 degrees Fahrenheit (about 42 Celsius). Surreal. If by "surreal" we mean, "so hot you want to die but it's too hot to put forth the energy that dying requires".
Today, though I noticed that it doesn't feel at all strange to me anymore as I took the kids out to the pool on the 2nd day of November. It felt totally normal to get popsicles today and break out our new raft for the pool. And we are glad that warm weather is here.
Nate would like me to point out that he was not thrilled to wear the pink life jacket, but as it's the only one we have, he didn't have much choice. I had him eat some dirt afterward to ensure his boy-ness is still intact.
The pool water is still pretty cool, but the kids had fun splashing around a bit and Grace just watched and listened to their squeals in bewilderment.
Her expression in that cracks me up! She wasn't enjoying herself as much as the rest of us...I think her cold is still lingering. She's like, "You guys are acting so immature. Nice life jacket, Nate."
I'm taking part in NaBloPoMo--the National Blog Posting Month. That means I'll post every day in November. Cause I obviously have nothing but time on my hands. And because I likes a challenge. Translation? Your month just got about one million percent better. Right? Right?