New normal

So this is what our life amounts to now: Evening walks in the vineyard with baby, Cotton and a .45. Not what I guessed back in fifth grade at career day.

Sophie by numbers

One month and four days old.

Eating up to eight ounces at a sitting. I'm told that's a Lake baby for you.

Traveled like a champ over fifty-four hours in the past two weeks by car.

Sleeping up to six blessed hours in a row.

First swimming experience at three weeks. She wasn't a fan.

July 22

The day Cotton discovers porcupines.

This was after several rounds of pin removal. Ouch.

This week . . .

The vineyard rows are getting a haircut.

We're doing a whole lot of snuggling.

The grape clusters are showing off.

Napping is plentiful.

The peanuts are gloriously green.

And Sophie was introduced to our evening walks . . . though I'm fairly confident she doesn't know it yet.

Independence Day

The holiday has taken on new meaning for me. Sophie arrived at 11:11pm declaring her independence from the womb. We are so thankful.

Evening walks

Ten days overdue. There's really nothing else to say so we just keep walking.

Gypsum

The gypsum was delivered last week for the peanut field. In layman's terms--which is the only way I like to traffic when it comes to farming--gypsum is a mostly-calcium mixture that helps the peanuts absorb the best nutrients for healthy growth by lowering the ph in the soil. The spreader will spread the white dust this week.

No word from the baby.