Henry rolled over for the first time this week and Maggie made it through the night without wetting her pull-up. I know it is crazy but these are major landmarks. We like to bike to the park every morning, which is difficult because Henry is sleepy in the morning. We try to get out by 8am, before the temperatures are too high. This week it was about 95 degrees in the morning. I thought it felt wonderful but several mothers showed up with their children and quickly left after only a few minutes, exclaiming it was too hot. I guess I have acclimatized to the weather because nothing above 90 degrees ever felt good to me before. Maggie doesn't seem to be phased by the heat, although I think Henry, who sweats up a storm, would rather stay inside all day.