Heat wave

We're in the middle of our first heatwave this summer. That means I'm
back to cursing the real estate agents that all said "you don't need
air conditioning in San Jose - it doesn't get hot enough" and Jake
gets to stay up extra late because I'm scared he's going to melt in
his crib. Here he is at 9 last night enjoying an ice cream cone. It
was still in the high 80s, but he insisted on wearing his reindeer
Christmas socks.

Happy birthday!

Jake celebrated Father's Day by enthusiastically wishing Dave a "Happy birthday!" all day long. Here he is in the bike seat he got Dave for a gift.

If anyone deserves a day to be recognized and appreciated, it's Dave. I can't think of anyone else who would work a 12-hour day, race home just in time to give his little boy hugs, kisses, a bath, and read "Clifford the Big Red Dog" about 14 times, just to go back to work. Luckily, I think Jake shows how much he appreciates his dad by the way his face just lights up and he practically tackles Dave when he sees him.