Rainbow

We woke up Monday to the sound of thunder. It's pretty rare around here and we had no idea a storm was coming through, so it was a nice surprise. We both love thunderstorms.

But we weren't surprised when Aaron started crying after one of the thunder claps. We were surprised that he quieted back down quickly though, so we were able to lie in bed enjoying the storm for a few more minutes. It was odd, though, because it wasn't raining. When Aaron cried again, we got up. And a few minutes later, it just started pouring.

Within 30 minutes, it had stopped and when Thom went out for the paper, he saw this rainbow. So Aaron and I joined him. Right when we went out, though, the garbage truck pulled up in front of our house, so while Thom was pointing out the rainbow to Aaron, Aaron was busying pointing out the garbage truck to Thom. If Aaron could remember this day, he'd probably remember the day his parents took him outside to see the garbage truck and there happened to be a rainbow.

This picture captures the recently skinned palm tree in front of our house. It still looks naked to me, like a poodle that has been shaved. It is Aaron's palm tree. Whenever we go for a walk, we'll ask him where his palm tree is, and he'll point it out. He can also point out the pine trees and the eucalyptus trees. But palm trees seem to be his favorite. In fact, the house on one of our walks that used to have llamas in a pen in the front yard has 5 palm trees in front. With merely a glance at the boring llamas, Aaron would point out each palm tree in the yard...back and forth, over and over, until we turned around for home. I was sad that the llama people moved because I thought Aaron would enjoy going down to see the llamas when he was older, but maybe he will just enjoy counting the palm trees instead.

The rainbow was nice, but I'm over this hot muggy weather the storm seems to have left behind.