Spin

Baby, baby. Lots of babies on a dizzying hot August day. Babies in the morning and at the rink. Then a long walk with more baby, Granny Smith muffins, fruit, juice, and eggs. My shirt was soaked with baby lotion and sweat, yes making baby boys and hats meant work and fun for Darlin. It wouldn’t be summer without Sun Valley or ice or sweet babies. We played on the ice with cold feet and spun around, skipped the tea, and wished for a much longer trip so I could’ve stayed all week.