You know I love a good milestone post on the blog. This week the Taylors have three to note as we move solidly into the fall season.
Against all logic and reason, Bart and my 30-week-pregnant self hauled our 13-month-old on a plane to Arkansas for a family trip last week. With a baby on the way, our opportunities to make it back home in the foreseeable future are numbered, so we made use of our last reasonable window for a while to go spend some time with our families.
I’m now thirty weeks along with the second-order Taylor Expansion. That seems pretty far along, but some days ten weeks feels like an eternity. Whoever said that the second pregnancy speeds by is totally full of it…this one is creeping by at glacial pace.
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.