Too Hot to Handle

Saturday was hot. Like, sedating hot. A quick run to Home Depot and Target bred unyielding threats of sun stroke. So we retreated to our air conditioned space for an evening of baking. Here's how it went down:

Hay denouncing any proclamation of "homemade."

Even pouring Canola Oil can be sassy.

Hay remembers brownie batter looking less... er... eggy.

The baker and her sous chef.

Look, Mom, no splatter!

Meanwhile, back on the couch...

The spoils. 

Got a little on your nose there...

According to Hayley, the longest 24 minutes of bake time in her life.

Vintage Hay

Hay's last dance class for the summer. Adorable little outfit. She selected her rockstar shades as a prop for her photo shoot.

You Can't Teach a Master

Over the summer, Hayley attends dance class Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1 to 2pm every week. She has discovered this a great inconvenience to her and her summer play schedule, as dance class interferes with her ability to attend summer camp two days a week.

Last week, when dance class took priority over a Summer Camp fieldtrip to see "Horton Hears a Who," she reached her breaking point. Hayley emphatically declared she wanted to quit dance class.

When we asked why she would ever want to quit, she said, "I don't need to go to dance class. I already know how to dance REALLY good."