{"id":5836,"date":"2011-07-08T12:19:51","date_gmt":"2011-07-08T17:19:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=5836"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:11:19","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:11:19","slug":"summer-nights","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2011\/07\/08\/summer-nights\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer Nights"},"content":{"rendered":"

My perfect summer night. It was hot, and a trip to the pool would have been nice but I was tired after the calling hours and I didn’t think I had it in me to haul them to the pool for an hour after dinner by myself.<\/p>\n

We see a lot of this dramatic move from the girlie when things don’t go her way.<\/p>\n

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So when Blake left for a neighborhood game of flashlight tag and sleepover, and Austin left with his buds for their evening bike riding around the hood, I decided a walk to get ice cream was in order.<\/p>\n

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And fortunately dad rolled in and joined us<\/p>\n

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A couple of ice cream cones later we walked back home. And I was reminded why I love where we live. Even after a brutal winter and non-existent Spring.<\/p>\n

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And that my friends, is a perfect summer night<\/p>\n

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My perfect summer night. It was hot, and a trip to the pool would have been nice but I was tired after the calling hours and I didn’t think I had it in me to haul them to the pool for an hour after dinner by myself. We see a lot of this dramatic move from the girlie when things don’t go her way. So when Blake left for a neighborhood game of flashlight tag and sleepover, and Austin left with his buds for their evening bike riding around the hood, I decided a walk to get ice cream was in order. And fortunately dad rolled in and joined us A couple of ice cream cones later we walked back home. And I was reminded why I love where we live. Even after a brutal winter and non-existent Spring. And that my friends, is a perfect summer night<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":5837,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5836","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/IMG_4506copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5836","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5836"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5836\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18984,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5836\/revisions\/18984"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5836"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5836"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5836"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}