Hot, Hot, Hot

Last weekend, Kate and I went to "Music Together" class where the teacher, Nura, sang, played the guitar, and smiled a lot like Paula & Carole from "The Magic Garden." Kate was sleepy for the first part of class, but suddenly came alive when Nura blasted "Walk Like An Egyptian" and had everyone free dance with a scarf. Kate busted out her serious moves. This girl likes to rock out. On the other hand, she can definitely do without the "ba-ba-ba-ba-ing" the teacher does to teach tonal and rhythm patterns ("I don't like this, Mom"). On Saturday night, we went to an overpriced chain restaurant in Pasadena (Gyu-kaku, a Korean-ish BBQ place pretending to be Japanese-ish) which, of course, Kate loved. Ever since Kate could sit up on her own, she's loved eating at restaurants. Chris and I ordered "The Geisha" (no joke) dinner for two (which consisted of Miso Kalbi and a bunch of other Korean-ish things pretending to be Japanese-ish). The highlight/most ridiculous part of the meal was the s'mores (?) that came as dessert. Kate nearly lost her mind when the waitress handed her a marshmellow on a stick to roast over the grill ("I'm SO EXCITED!"). Then she almost passed out when she took a bite of her s'mores sandwich. I don't think Kate knew such joys existed. Ah, to be a kid again. When a marshmellow on a stick at Gyu-kaku is the greatest experience ever. It's been close to 100 degrees every day for the past week, made worse by the recent "humidity" (I put it in quotes because I've gotten soft out here in the desert). I made the unwise decision of taking Kate to the park Sunday morning. Next to the sun, the park may be the hottest place to be. Kate asked to go on the "big girl swing" and learned how to push the swing back herself and jump onto it. I tried to get her to pump so she wouldn't need me to push her (and I could sit in the nice, cool shade), but that didn't last very long. After sweating up a storm, we went home. Kate stripped down and jumped in the sprinkler ("sprinkles," as she calls it) and had a screaming good time. If the weather holds out (it may actually rain!), we'll be headed to the mountains on Thursday for our first camping trip with Kate.