It is April and anyone who lives in the Lone Star State realizes that summer will officially begin VERY soon (at least from a temperature standpoint). I am mentally preparing myself for the hours spent in the 100 degree weather with my tiny charge red-faced and sweaty charging  into the great beyond chasing bugs or jumping cars over the outside fire pit. I am not sure quite how I am going to adjust to the idea of actually spending any amount of time outside between the months of May and September – I usually spend those months darting frantically from indoor locations to my car in hopes of avoiding the blistering heat at any cost. But this weekend I picked up a lady bug and placed it on my arm (I usually squeal when bugs touch me) last weekend I reached down and petted a june bug and I find myself wiping toddler mucus and the like on my jeans in the absence of other options so I guess times they are a changing and my life long relationship with the great indoors might be as well.