Boy Oh Boyers

Let me start by saying Rowan is truly a wonderful infant. He's a delight at every turn! Now, I will lament something.

About five of our neighbors decided to get their roofs replaced a few weeks ago. They've had signs in their yard for the company who would do the work, but no roof work had commenced for quite a while. Wouldn't you know that the day we bring Rowan home from the hospital, the roof work began. It started three houses down from us, then two houses down, then it skipped us and our immediate neighbor to the west and now they're working on our immediate neighbor to the east. They begin about 7am and end about 9pm. They are nailing, banging, yelling, using a gas-powered blower all the time (I don't get that). It kind of sounds like they're in my living room. Thankfully Rowan is completely un-bothered by the racket, but I'll tell you the truth: it's starting to raise my blood pressure.

It probably doesn't help that my mom left this morning, so our constant conversation back and forth isn't here any more to distract me from the outside noises. She has been such a great help, just cooking and cleaning and taking some night-time shifts in Rowan's room so Tom and I could sleep soundly without his little squeaking and squirming noises to keep us half-awake. I don't know if she cried after she left in her car, but I certainly did. I've realized that watching someone else adore my child makes me adore him even more.