Bad Day at Black Rock

The title of this Spencer Tracy movie started going through my head on Friday when we learned that the roofers assigned to our house had gone to another job by mistake. That meant that the hotel room we had splurged on as a "safe house" where Truman could nap was sitting empty for an entire day. The roofing contractor arranged to have a larger crew come on Saturday, promising to have everything finished in a day (a doable feat, we learned from others who'd been through the process).

So when the roofers arrived at 7:30 on Saturday morning, Truman and I made our way up north to the hotel. I figured the packing was good practice for our early October trip to South Padre. Here's what we took for just four hours at the hotel: two diaper bags, the Boppy, a bouncy seat, the Baby Bjorn, a tote bag and the car seat.


Truman's hangout, a combo sleeping area and changing table. I'm sure this violated some health code.


As for Truman's nap, I finally managed to get 30 minutes of him sleeping in the sling before we had to check out of the hotel.


The roofers almost finished the job but have to come back for another couple of hours on Monday. Truman slept for a total of 70 minutes all day. And the piece of furniture we'd been eagerly expecting from Crate and Barrel arrived—damaged.

Bad Day at Black Rock. You can say that again.

Swimmingly

It's summertime and that means it's time to dip our toes in the water. We got an inflatable pool and filled it up so Truman could cool off on a hot summer day. He likes it about as much as he likes baths, but we'll keep trying because he just looks so cool in those swim trunks. Check out the cameo from Luther who's wondering if all those little toys in the water are for him and throws in a few sympathy howls for T.

It's Official!

Today Truman received his engraved silver cup from Grand Judy and Pop George, which is sort of like saying he's now officially a Macor grandchild. In our family (as in others, I'm sure) it's a tradition for all of the babies to have their own silver cups. I still have mine; it's badly tarnished and sitting on my dresser filled with necklaces, safety pins and other odds and ends.

Truman's is a beauty! (I tried to photograph it in closeup to show off its engraving but couldn't get a decent picture. I'm sure my photog brother-in-law, Jason, would know how to do this properly.) The cup is engraved with Truman's first and middle names and his birthdate. Here he is inspecting the lovely wrapping from Braunschweiger's, the jeweler of choice in Warren, NJ!


And here he is toasting to himself. Who can blame him?

Life at Three Months

There's not a whole lot going on around here lately, but things are about to get busier in the next few days and weeks. Thanks to the hail storm, we're about to get a new roof later this week, which should make things pretty noisy for a couple of days. We're not looking forward to that, but we ARE excited about Truman's baptism on August 3rd. Aunts Ellen and Elizabeth arrive next week, and Aunt Linda, Uncle Harvey and Grandmommy and Granddaddy will be here, too. We're sad that Grand Judy and Pop George won't be able to come, but it looks as if we'll be heading up to NJ to see them in October. Yeah!

The week after the baptism, Truman starts part-time daycare at St. Luke's. It'll be an exciting experience. We hope.

Here's Truman on his activity mat, which he visits daily. Although things look calm, Truman's about to take on his nemesis, the cardinal, lurking in the background. He gets a pummeling from Truman on a regular basis.


Recently Truman discovered his feet.


A smile before he declared that he wasn't a trained monkey and there would be no more photographs today.

Goal!

Truman has recently discovered this SpongeBob soccer ball, a present from Uncle Harvey and Aunt Linda. We think he looks like a natural (notice the knee action). I told him he could be as good as Pele. He smirked. Maybe I should have said David Beckham? Meanwhile, Paul's been researching the best universities with soccer scholarships....

Three Months!

Truman turned three months on July 7. He's sleeping a nice long stretch at night, getting a little better at napping, and can just about roll over from his back to his tummy. Here he's wearing one of his Dr. Seuss onesies from Aunt Elizabeth, Uncle Jason and cousin Phoebe. He went for "Thing 1" although occasionally he likes to mix it up and wear "Thing 2" and pretend to be a twin.

Independence Day, Part 2

So we had a full day on July 4th, starting with our neighborhood parade at 9 am. We took Truman up in his stroller and got a prime spot in the shade near the start of the parade route. Unfortunately, even though we took the video camera and the camera camera with us, we forgot to take any pictures. But if we had taken pictures, they mainly would have been of five-year-olds walking down the street hurling red, white, and blue candy at Truman's stroller. Truman wasn't really interested in candy, but Mom and Dad scored a few pieces. Maybe that's why we forgot to take pictures.


Later in the day we went to Uncle Vincey's party and saw a lot of friends, young and our age. Vince and several neighbors had a party together, which made for quite a wing-ding. They had the street blocked off, and live bands, and food and drink, and games, and a slip and slide. Mavis and Fletcher chose the water hose.







Truman had fun too watching all the kids playing. Here he is with his Mom, although we aren't sure he recognized her with the hat. He seemed very surprised later when she took it off.






After the party we came home and had hot dogs and then watched the fireworks. Maybe next year we will see them live. We could hear them from our house, but it was too late to try to make it down to see them.





Hope everybody had a great 4th!