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.
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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.
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