Beth called me yesterday. "How would you feel if Sabs brought Vic to you today?"

"That would actually be quite a relief!"

I was already wondering how I was going to manage to keep little Victor (not to mention, myself) cool when the weather simply won't cooperate. Well, with him coming over here, the answer was simple: air conditioning! I love my air conditioner, people. I don't care that I've told you that one hundred times already. I proclaim my love by shouting from the rooftops, "I LOVE YOU, AIR CONDITIONER!!!"

All right, enough of that.

When I went to the BART station to meet Sabastien and Vic, Joe called me. As I spoke to him, holding the phone up to my ear, a trickle of sweat developed in the crook of my bent elbow and dripped to the ground as though someone had turned on a faucet. I swear, the weather outside just ain't right.

I tried to give Vic lunch when he arrived, but he took one look at my peas and rice, and laid his head on the floor and cried. "Aww, I'm sorry, Victor!" I said. "I know I'm a crappy cook, please forgive me!"

Maybe he was just sleepy? I held him and sang to him and walked around with him, until eventually he fell asleep. Perfect photo opp!

      

Of course, thirty minutes later, Vic was awake and crying. I rocked him and tried to put him back down, to no avail. So I did the one thing I knew would let him sleep. I threw my couch pillows all on one end of the couch and laid down with Vic on top of me. I put my head back and closed my eyes as baby breath blew on my neck. We laid in the cool air for two hours. Vic was out cold, but I was only partially asleep, in and out, eyes shooting wide open every time Vic flinched (which was often!). Patches came to join us, too, sleeping on Vic's leg and trying to lick his toes. "Patches, don't! Stop licking his toes, you'll wake him!" I said in whispered tones. She settled on licking my fingers instead. She's a good cat.

Later, Vic wandered all over my house. I eventually got him to eat some peas without the rice. My rice sucks -- okay, I get it. As he ate the peas, I put my hand under his chin to catch the falling ones. The next handful he grabbed, he took my hand and placed a single pea square in the center of my palm. I gobbled it up with many a gobbling sound and he seemed perfectly delighted! I got him some other yummy lunch items, and then he played with his stroller buckles for much longer than you'd think.

      

That boy loves his stroller. What more can I say?

I spent the remainder of the afternoon tossing cat toys for him and making sure he didn't hurt himself or wreck our stuff or pee on the carpet. It truly was like last summer when I had my foster puppy for two days. Except you can't stick a baby in a crate. Or at least, you definitely shouldn't!

All in all, I'd say it was a pretty good day. A little more nerve-racking than usual, because since our apartment has no baby, we have no baby-proofing stuff. I followed Vic much more closely around the apartment as he played, keeping him from touching the power surges, etc. I told him, "No, that's dangerous! Danger! Uh-oh!" And I'm not even kidding you, the kid said, "Uh.. OHHH!" He makes me laugh.

Beth and Sabs came to pick him up in the evening and we visited a bit before they headed home. Then Joe and I ordered pizza to avoid going out in the heat. In fact, our apartment got so cold I put on a sweatshirt and my pajama pants! I could have turned down the air, yes. But what fun is that? We eventually did turn it down overnight, but it's been crankin' away again today. Air conditioning -- the only sound way to beat the heat. It's supposed to cool off tomorrow. Here's hopin'!

Stay cool, y'all.