Corn Update: Week 6 (and a visitor from the West)

Despite almost unbearable humidity and lots of rain the past few days, the corn seems to be about the same height. Everything around the corn, however, growing faster than the population of Surat, India (+ 11.5% -- tops in India!). The thistle I reported in the area a couple of weeks ago comes midway up my shin. The good news is that it makes it easier to see as I'm hoisting Owen into place for his photo.

Owen, by the way, loves the corn photos. He talks about stopping to see how the corn is doing and asks most every day on our trip to Kim's. We took a good look at each stalk last night and he was excited about the ears of corn he could see. "We could just come out to the field and pick them ... and eat them!"

Mmmmmmm.

We had a very fun weekend with a visit from my parents and my mom's sister, Owen and Maya's great aunt Shila. She enjoyed meeting the kids and getting lots of hugs. And we had fun showing her around town, including taking her on a tour of the BCPA and a trip to the pool where both Owen and Maya had fun in the water. (I'll send the pictures of Maya in her swim suit as soon as we can retrieve them from my mom's camera.)

Shila, Nana and Grandpa left on Saturday night. Sunday morning started cool and comfortable, but rain threatened from 8:00 on. Feeling a bit shut-in, we decided to press our luck and clean our section of the Constitution Trail. The trail was pretty clean and, with few bikes and runners out due to the impending storm, we were done quickly. This was good because not two minutes after we were back in the car the skies opened up and it poured the rest of the morning.

So we ran some of the errands we'd been meaning to get to, including getting Owen an new bicycle helmet. Owen and I ran into Target and found this ... a perfect design for our little guy.

He was very proud. And when we returned home, it had cleared and he got in some good pedaling before his nap.

All's well otherwise. Well, except we hate Verizon. But I'll share that rant only if they don't come to fix our phone line later today as promised (after 2.5 hours on the phone ... with someone likely from Surat, India, who himself was transferred three times trying to track down an answer for me after I complained at the four times I'd already been transferred).

(I just ranted there, didn't I?)

Wish us luck. And call us on our cells if you need us.