July 30th is a pretty undesirable day to have a baby in Texas. Breastfeeding a newborn in 100+ temps is not an enjoyable experience, nor is walking around in an adult diaper with an icepack between your legs.
But, having a baby turn 3 on July 30th isn’t so bad.
Long summer days and a late golden hour make for special pictures of a little boy doing what he does best- digging in the dirt. In his jammies. (Which were thrown in the wash after he got his 2nd bath of the day.)
This has been the scene here every night this summer.
You know when you tell your kids, “Oh, maybe you can ask for that for your birthday,” to get them to leave you alone about wanting that expensive toy? And then they end up forgetting about it? No, that is not Lowell. Lowell has remembered for months that this one time before school let out we told him he could get a remote control excavator for his birthday. He reminded us every single day.
Every. Single. Day.
And so it came to pass that Lowell became the proud owner of a remote control excavator on July 30th, 2016.
He also helped us welcome Rosie to our family. July 30th, 2016 was a pretty OK day.
More on Rosie tomorrow.