The Perfect Day

Yesterday was one of those perfect days where you just fall into bed sleepy and satisfied. Even the bub. The weather had been scorching hot for the end of June, but this week brought a relief in temperature. Derick is off for two whole weeks for Summer shutdown. With temperatures in the 50s we were able to get out and do some much needed yard work. A recent string of thunderstorms has caused our garden to blossom, both with vegetables and weeds. I converted the wagon into a bed for Ian and wheeled him around with me. We have a stroller, but he doesn't seem to like sitting in it too well. Possibly the enclosed sides or the straps bother him. He loved sitting in the soft wagon-bed under the shade of the tree. (The heavy-duty plastic Radio Flyer wagon was a $5 steal at a garage sale we found just before Ian was born.) There was a nice cool breeze and he dozed happily. Dad was able to clean out the garage, till up some flower beds, and remove an ugly fence post from the front yard. Mom was able to weed a little, prune the zucchini and tomato plants, and put up a trellis for the cucumbers. Our garden has grown wonderfully this year. We put in garlic, onions, potatoes, tomatoes, zucchini, corn, green beans, snap peas, melons, and an array of herbs. Everything is taking off. Later in the day Mom and the bub dozed together in the hammock. (Another great find for $20 at Goodwill.)

Other news this week:

Yes, I turned 30 on Monday. I spent it taking Derick to have his wisdom teeth removed and nursing him in his Vicoden induced stupor. He is healing well. A year or so ago, I was dreading turning 30. I had not yet accomplished any of the goals I had had for my twenties, namely, getting married, having children, and finishing my degree. Like the true procrastinator that I am, I got them all in just under the wire. Bring on the third decade!