The garden has begun to produce. The first fruits came in drips and drabs; a cherry tomato here, a cucumber or bunch of spinach there, but today was the first substantial haul. Still no large tomatoes yet, but that should be remedied by the end of the weekend.
We brought FM home Monday. That night, Scotty came down with the croup, awakening that part of the household that was not already up tending to the newborn with his imitation of a woebegone fur seal. Every night since he’s only been able to sleep if someone is holding him upright.
So, I’ve spent a lot of time in the recliner at night with Scotty, learning the intricacies of his air flow, while SW and her mother swap FM back and forth between them. He’s pretty calm for the most part, thankfully, though he does not like getting his diaper changed.