Someone somewhere has said, "The days are long but the years are short." This is especially true during the hot summers in Texas... which is why for the last 6 years we have gone to Pennsylvania for weeks at a time. (Well, that and to see grandparents and teach kids how to work on a farm.)
We got home at 2 am last Friday after deciding last minute to skip our planned visit to the St. Louis Arch. We were ready to leave Mark Twain country around 3:00 pm and someone (me) offhandedly mentioned that we were only 9 hours away from home and wouldn't it be nice to sleep in our own beds? It was kind of crazy (and impulsive--which I'm not), but we made it, and it is wonderful to be home. (Remind me--when does it cool down?)
Auggie was not a great sleeper in PA, which means I was not a great sleeper, which means that I was tired, and therefore cranky. Happily, we have gotten back into a flexible routine and he is sleeping much better. (Thank you, son!) Actually, he has been a much happier baby this past week, which means I have been a happier mom. His fun personality is starting to emerge, and we are all completely smitten. He has recently discovered his hands, started batting at toys, and he even enjoys tummy time now.
For the past 4 months we have enjoyed having a large field behind our home. It felt like we had a little bit of country and privacy in the city. Sadly, I think it's about to change. Yesterday some big, bad tractors showed up and they've been creating dirt mountains and what appears to be future roads. We will miss having these pretty sunflower neighbors.
I also wanted to note that after 4 months of living in our house we finally hired someone to install ceiling fans. I resisted at first because I felt lame that we couldn't do it ourselves, but I'm so glad I caved in! It took the man about 3 hours to put 4 fans in, and he will come back on Saturday to finish the last few. Why didn't I call him sooner?!




















