We were driving home from the store and Jillian was freaking out.  She usually loves being in her carseat so I couldn't figure out why she was screaming.  I finally decided to pull over and see if the seatbelt was pinching her or something.  We stopped at a nearby park and when I got her out she immediately started smiling, laughing, and kicking; she just wanted to be outside.  It was in the 80s and a nice cool breeze was blowing on us as I sat and read and Jilly crawled around exploring.

Good call Jilly-girl, good call.


Janssen said...

I. . . cannot imagine a day where I could just get out of the car in the middle of the day and not fry. Sometimes I don't love Texas.