It was so hot (95 or higher every day). I couldn’t leave the house except to walk to the car and back. I went into town three times. Normally, being stuck in a house out in the country for days is the stuff of my nightmares, but I had an enormously pleasant time. I saw a few friends, which was such a treat, had (cheap!) margaritas in town, and got to enjoy spending time with my parents and two youngest children.
Porter ate like it was his job. He mowed down sourdough toast, strawberries, ravioli, spaghetti, lima beans, and more. He read so many books. He wasn’t too crazy about going to bed (one night crying for 40 minutes in protest), but he was showing his personality. My mom was his favorite person.
Harlan was so well-behaved on the plane. He almost rolled over, but he’s still working on it. I think he grew while we were there (maybe his 3 month growth spurt?). He slept in a drawer, which was just perfect for him.