Monday, May 30, 2011

Stitches & Sun

Hubby no longer has this zipper on his belly.
It's been removed! 
 So, on a hot summer day like this one...
 he was out sunning his newly healed hotness. ;)
 The kiddos munched on snacks and such while we relaxed in the swing, soaking up the warm weekend.



 Our little kangaroo baby, displaced during the tornado, is staying with us until his family can come take him home.
Isn't he ADORABLE?!?


 Yes, that's how his ears are...all the time.
We call him Dobby.
Please come get your little roo! He is in great danger here! We are falling in love, ears over tails, for him, and we just might never give him back! ;)
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Goodbye, 2nd Grade!

For the end of school, all the 2nd grade classes walked down to a neraby park and had an "end of the year" party. It was a longer walk than I wanted to endure, having been loaded down with coolers, toddlers, and first aid supplies, so I snapped a few shots of the kids walking, an drove down to the park to wait.
 Can you see Em? She has on a peace sign shirt and a yellow visor.
 While we waited, Ev got free rein of all the fun stuff like ring tosses, balls, and chalk.
 Sound the cattlecall! Here they come!

 Em & Mak in their matching luau flower clips :)
 Tooooooooot!
 It's been a wonderful year! Thank you, Mrs. Pittman!



 My Ana :)
 Lunchtime!
 For some reason, the kids thought this was the best game! Sitting atop one another. AND they insisted I take pictures every time, meaning that out of the 100 or so pictures I took this day, about half were of a group of sat-upon kiddos.
 Choppers flying overhead - probably on their way to Joplin, perhaps?
 Wherever they were headed to, there was a little boy wishing he was the one flying them there.
 ...but he settled for a nice cold water instead.
(whew!)

I'm still not completely accepting the fact that my little girl is already into THIRD grade! Can it be?
(snif snif)
I suppose so.
(sigh)
Goodbye, 2nd grade. It was a blast!
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Night of the Twisters

You know, I've kinda had my head in the sand for the past couple weeks. In fact, it was only Monday that I even knew about the worst tornado to hit the US in 65 years hitting Joplin, Missouri last weekend. It's a whole different Joplin than the one we passed by on our way home from Indiana just days before. The death toll has risen to over 100 lives, and they say much of it was just people who have become too accustomed to the sirens and such not taking cover.
So, yesterday, when Gavin's teacher sent out an email that we could pick up the kids after 1:30 due to the impending storm,  I headed up and gathered 4 kids and brought them home. Stillwater is lucky, the tornados almost always go south. In fact, in all the years I've lived here, I think only once did a tornado actually touch down here. I was pretty sure this would be the same, but I still packed our bags and set out our jackets and crocs, and Em grabbed all our helmets, and we were ready for the storm.
Hubs was monitoring it from the bedroom TV, while I readied dinner and listened to the local radio station. About half an hour later, the sstorms weren't turning south like they usually did, and the radio man told us to take cover. Off we went across the street to our neighbors house. They have a storm cellar that they are nice enough to allow us into - fat, smelly pug and all. I had just finished walking the little boys (theirs and ours) down the steps when the power went out, and it was DARK. Soon, Mommy P and I were both cuddling our scared little boys and assuring our girls (one more than the other,week old sleeping beauty) that daddies would be coming down soon.
It was already getting pretty hot, and adding the snorting pug didn't help things (note to self - bring oust air sanitizer next time? Ha!), but we managed to all make it down and wait out the storm. The sirens went off and on for what seemed like forever, and soon enough we were all clear to come out.
Later we found out from another neightbor that one had touched down about a mile or so away from us. Pretty close. We are so lucky.
After being cooped up in the cellar for so long, the kids were more than excited to play in the rapid rushing creek that had formed over our street and talked with many other neighborhood families that were doing the same thing. Nothing like a post-tornado block party, right? ;)



At about 7:30, the kids were changed into dry clothes and Em was sent to bed for a lie she had told about not eating candy when she did, and Ev and I read a bit for his summer reading club, and soon followed sis into bed.
(And this is where it gets rough)
At this point, the power has already been out for a few hours. It was light enough out that Ev didn't really realize that his nightlight wasn't on, but the whole no-music thing was a little bothersome. FORTUNATELY, he ended up falling asleep without it an hour or so later.
UNFORTUNATELY he awoke screaming, oh wait, SCREAMING a couple hours later in fear. He couldn't see me, he couldn't see daddy, it was the end of the world, and he was NOT happy about it. I ran as best i could in the pitch blackness of the silent house.
(slice foot open on Lightning McQueen)
Poor little thing was shaking from fright. I assured him I was there, and we laid there in the dark for hours, him checking every few minutes to make sure I hadn't left, and FORTUNATELY fell asleep, at which point I snuck back to my room.
(bruised shin on the doorway)
UNFORTUNATELY he woke up screaming even louder. I run back to his room (why, oh WHY did we go for a split plan?!?) as fast as I could (...and Ms. Clavel turned on the light...)
(stub toe on ottoman)
There he was again, shaking from head to toe pleading me to not leave him. He couldnt seeeeeee me! He couldn't seeeeeeeeee me! I held him for a long time until the shaking stopped and the breathing wasn't so sharp, and we decided to take our tyke light through the house to get the fashlight. (We have about 5!)
FORTUNATELY his tyke light worked well enough that he was willing to go with me. We found our way to the laundry room cupboard and began bringing out flashights, one by one. Hooray!
UNFORTUNATELY, none of them worked.
(HUH?!?)
(Seriously, Alanis Morisette could SO have used this in her irony song)
FORTUNATELY he was willing to lay down again. UNFORTUANTELY it had to be in my bed, with mommy & daddy.
(sardines, anyone?)
FORTUNATELY he fell asleep again, after resetting tyke light several times, UNFORTUNATELY it was at 4:10am. FORTUNATELY the power came on again! UNFORTUNATELY it was at 5:30ish, which woke me up. So I got up with hubby, and discussed nothing and everything over cereal (the milk was still cold!! Yesssssss!), and decided to write this down before I go to bed in an hour or so and forget. (Yaaaaaaaawn)
I don't take naps. Ever.
But I'm thinking that if I were a gambling man, I'd place my bet on the nap, hands down.


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Friday, May 20, 2011

Ships, Ahoy!

The rain came today in bucketfuls, and before it stopped, Evan and I ventured out into the pouring rain (and thunder, mind you!) to sail these ships we had gotten months ago for the big rainy events of the summer. Each was equipt with a rubber ducky captain and a whole lotta hopes & expectations.
 Aaaaaaaaaand they're off!
 Emma's boat is the red one - I was lucky enough that I could borrow it.




 The ships sailed down the street over and over and over again. We were out there for over an hour in the pouring rain!


 On their final voyage, we let them sail all the way to the drainage canal, where it would dump out into the creek. (Don't worry, Mommy saved the duckies and their seaward ships before they hit the muddy rivers!)
Not long after we came in, the rains stopped and the roaring rapids gutters were down to just a trickle, no good for shipping. Good thing I got talked into venturing out into the cold rain. I just mighta missed this special day at sea with my best mate.
I love you, Cap't Evan!

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Thursday, May 19, 2011

A bit of this and that...

It's Thursday...or so I think...I have successfully lost track of days and times and events, and am coasting along on sleep deprivation and the occasional tiny meal. HOWever, I am trying my darndest to get things back to "normal" - whatever that may be.
It's come to my attention that the new couple that moved in to #2, Porch Lane, is in fact a different set of parents, judged solely on the fact that they are much louder than the Featherby family, and still rather scared of my prescence, unlike Molly, who was pretty tolerant by the end. They are called the "Malflys" and as of yesterday afternoon had not only 2 eggs in their nest, but a cowbird egg as well! An adoptee! (A cowbird lays eggs in other birds' nests so that they can be incubated and raised by another family - such lazy little things, eh?)
It actually reminds me a lot of the show "Dinosaur Train" that Evan loves so much. A T-Rex egg ends up in a Pteranodon nest and is raised by momma pteranodon alongside the 3 egs that were hers. (Now how the heck did that happen??)
So here they are, the 3 Malfly eggs, awaiting, perhaps, at least one more sib?

Hubby is feeling okay. He has weaned off his pain medication and put on his "Capt. Awesome cape again this morning and headed to work. I picked up my sore, limping hubby a few hours later, and felt that my scolding could wait another nap or so. He's doing well, though. I hate to see him this way. I wish and wish and wish that it could have been me instead. He doesn't deserve this.

We are blessed with wonderful friends that have offered to bring us dinners, and continue to support us in prayer and help in all ways possible. Especially in my heart is this blog post, written by, in all definitions, a stranger. She has never met us, seen us, or talked to us. But here she is, asking all those that she touches with her words, to pray for this little family of ours, in our time of great prayerful need. The feeling I had when I stumbled upon it was undefinable.

We see God's work all around us at this time, in every smile, every hug, every hand clenched in prayer, every thought. Thank you ALL, we are so blessed to have you.

There are only 6 more school days left this year. Can you believe it? I feel like I must have fallen asleep like Rip Van Winkle and awaken months later with an almost 3rd grader. I feel sad that I have missed a couple big events in her classroom last week, but next week is her end-of-school party, and I plan to make it up to her. We're gonna have fun, oh yes, we will!

The weather is so nice the past few days! A cool breeze that flows through my house like it's taking a deep breath, and just enough clouds to keep it from warming up too much. I missed the rain, though, and even though we had some really loud lightning one night, it never rained for me, only when I was gone :( I suspect June will bring more, though, it's our rainiest month.

I suppose that is all for now.
I'm sure this blog will make its way back to normal soon enough, and my dear friend Holly will be able to read it at work once again, without the red eyes and sniffly nose. (wink, wink)
Have a wonderful day. Be glad & Rejoyce in it!
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