Out for a Walk

It wasn't quite so hot (translation: low 90s) so we thought going for a stroll around the neighborhood sounded like a good plan.  The girls were ready to go.

Fi was a content and happy camper.

Bix quickly thought it was too hot, and was upset that I wouldn't (couldn't) carry her on my shoulders while I pushed the stroller.  I actually did try.

It didn't take long for Fi to start fading too.

A cold drink brought a smile back to Bix' face.

All it took for Fi was some A/C and for Mommy to let her out of the confines of the stroller.