My parents came to visit us (okay, really to see Hudson) for two weeks in August. As usual, we put them to work fixing stuff around the house that we would never have had time or skill to do on our own. It was really good to see them, and we got a ton of great stuff done.
It’s suddenly September, and right on queue we are getting a much needed reprieve from an oppressively hot and humid stretch in August. But leave it to the Taylors to have gotten a brand new refrigerator on one of the the most oppressively hot day of the entire summer.
Happy birthday, Hudson! Yesterday was your big day, officially transitioning from a baby to a big boy. Your last month of babyhood was busy, as I had predicted, but it was an awesome breakthrough month when we finally got some relief and made some huge steps forward…literally.
One year ago today, I was not in labor with Hudson (it was his due date, but you know how babies–and statistical distributions–are). But on this date 139 years ago, something very special happened right at the US Naval Observatory in Washington, DC.
Everyone who comes to our house oohs and aahs over the screened-in porch we have right off the kitchen in the front of our house. It’s definitely a unique feature of our home and a big selling point. Who wouldn’t want to sit out there in the cedar porch swing on a warm evening under the shade of our 80-ft high oak trees, watching the squirrels scamper around our dogwood tree and hearing woodpeckers tapping away in the distance while having the baseball game on a small TV in the corner?
The thing is, we didn’t do that. We went out there occasionally, but generally we never felt compelled to be out there. We basically didn’t want to be out there. It took us a couple of years to figure out why, but once we realized the obvious, we made a few simple changes to make this one of the most desirable spots in the house.
Happy eleven months, Hudson! This last month has been an eventful one, though I probably say that about every month. Can you believe you’ll be a year old in just a few weeks?
Last spring, I managed to annihilate two tires on my new car within about three weeks. I ran over a nail one week; it ended up too close to the sidewall, so I had to get an entirely new tire for an otherwise minor patch job. Then, less than three weeks later, I ran over a weight used to balance tires, and it completely obliterated the tread beyond repair. Same tire, too…just three weeks old, and had to be replaced.
Surely you would think my bad luck with tires was used up in those unlikely incidents. Unfortunately, I got to experience tire dejavu twice again this summer.