Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Great Flood


Jed and I have been married 10 years.  In those ten years we have had THREE hundred year/great floods.  I think a few recalculations need to be made.  Out of all three I would say this was the most dramatic.  #1 The freeway was wiped out.  If Jed would have left work twenty minutes earlier he may have been trapped in the wreckage.  If he would have left an hour later he may not have been able to make it home through Valley of Fire, which was eventually closed/backed up.  We are grateful. 
 #2 We didn't have power for about seven hours.  Once it got dark, I put the kids to bed and sat on the couch with a flashlight reading.  The darkness didn't bother me.  The thought that it was going to get hotter than Hades and all of my newly purchased groceries were going to be trash bothered me.  I am very thankful Jed and I put together 72 hour kits in June.  That month I had two dreams (which I do not deem prophetic by any means, I commonly dream bizarre meaningless things, if I attached meaning to all of my dreams I would have given birth to seven gummy bears by now) that we had to be evacuated from the valley and had nothing.  I woke up with a strong need to buy water purification tablets, bar soap, flashlights and rope.  It came in handy.  I wish I would have had another flashlight but we got by.  My brain went into creative mode and I remembered I had a flashlight/lantern thing I re-homed from an unfortunate boy scout who left his crap in my garage for over two years, note, that's the limit boys, two years.  Jack and Jara had a play lantern in their camping set I used for a night light and I gave Elise my battery-operated candle.  The mag-lite I kept off and used for outside if I had to venture out.  It doubles as a weapon!  
#3 One of the projects Jed's company is working on is the Cooper bridge in Overton.  Right over the raging Muddy River.  The bridge is still standing and the flood channel helped to save a lot of homes in Overton.  However, the project sustained quite a bit of damage.  Jed and I agree, better a job than a home, but Jed's blood pressure is on high-alert this week.  
#4  Our sub-division had the river ten feet from our neighbors back fences.  A little too close for comfort.  Especially when you are home alone with three little people in the dark.  I went outside to check on the animals and could hear it thundering past.  Normally the river isn't even visible.  
#5 A feeling of being trapped when I-15 was closed Northbound and Southbound.  A time you pray no one needs to get to an ER.  

Things I am grateful for
#1  We still had running water.  I'll take power outage over water outage any day.  People in Moapa and lower Overton were without both.  I really didn't want to have to use my back-yard as a latrine.
#2  My kids made it home from school.  Many kids were trapped in the lower or upper valley.
#3  Metro officers who helped out residents and patrolled the neighborhood checking on us
#4  Friends and family calling/texting to see if I was okay (they knew Jed was at the bridge) and expressing concern for Jed's project.  





The aftermath/clean-up of the bridge

No water last week and a real river the next.



Presenting...

Ruby!
Our furry little teddy bear of a golden retriever.  She is precious, evil, smart and as Elise will tell you...

SHE A BITER!!!

School Kids


I sent this picture to Jed on the first day of school. His response, "We're old!"  Maybe.  We are three weeks deep into second grade and kindergarten.  Everyone is still alive.  The first week was simply exhausting.  Not just for the kids!  All of us mom's in the neighborhood had this "look."  We were beaten down.  Lunches, schedules, planners, clean laundry, driving, nutritious breakfasts, homework, the signing of tedious paperwork, the list goes on.  I forgot how much work school is!  Then the second week we had Labor day weekend and an extra day off for staff development day and it was kind-of like starting over again. Plus the feeling of the last desperate days before school started in the first place, when I was begging for a release from these wild, little beasts that had taken over the house.  Third week, the great flood happened and school was cancelled and chaos reigned.  The teacher's haven't had back-to-school night but they are moving forward like they have and are sending home all kinds of assignments you need to interpret on a wing and a prayer.  The gray paper isn't for the fifty million spelling word sentences MOM it's for the re-interpretation of variations of vocabulary words.  ??  Hopefully this week we will figure out what in the world second grade entails so Jara can start sleeping again.  I think I'm on to Kindergarten.  Jara paved that road already, poor eldest child.  

Moments so far...
  • Jara reading her math facts sheets to Jack and "quizzing" him.  Reality: Jack was telling her the answers and she was writing them down.  She finagled him into doing her homework, without him even knowing!  
  • The bus mishap and the bus driver not letting Jack off the bus and Jara having a melt-down trying to save him.  Me wanting to perform an act of hostility and hiding it deep down in time to save my soul, resulting in kindness on the bus drivers part.  Gulp. It's never hurt so much to be nice but benefited everyone so well.  
  • The power going out the last ten minutes in school and the kids coming home soaked from the torrential down-pour.  Aunt Ashley had to save them from the bus stop, since my car was stuck in the power-operated garage.  (yes I figured out later how to solve that problem)
  • Jara working on memorizing poetry.  (I still remember doing that in 2nd grade.)
  • Jack loving every song, story, snack of Kindergarten. The first or second day he came home with a picture of P.J. the rabbit and couldn't stop talking about a darling story he read in class.  The excitement on his face!

Monday, September 1, 2014

Back to School

Well one post is summer and the next day it's back to school and it all happened about that fast.  



Coming the end of Februrary

Summertime

June was the month of swimming. I think we went every day almost.  July was the month of birthday's.  And August has been the month of nothing.  I relish in nothingness, because it will soon be over and I will have to pack a lunch, comb hair, and try to be to places on time.  Always a challenge.  I don't feel like we have much excitement to contribute to the blog but it is the every day moments that matter, right?!

Here are a few items of importance...
Library time, where Elise has access to the most villainous books ever written.  She rejects Fancy Nancy and Pete the Cat in lieu of Spider-Man and Wolverine.  Disturbing.
Swimming fun.  Nine kids on one tube.  Not bad.
My birthday swim with Annie and her crew
Piano lessons for Jack and Jara.  

Lake time, complete with beautiful sunsets.

Checking the mail and finding catalogs of so, so many pretties!

Zumba for Jara.
And about 8 hours in the dental chair if you are Jack.  






Sunday, July 20, 2014

The 4th

By the dawn's early light

Smiling because at this point they are completely loopy.

The sunset, before the dark takes over...

About 2 hours into my tent/camping experience I remembered WHY I haven't been camping in ten years!  Ten years is long enough to forget that tents are scary, Sasquatch IS real, cougars ARE real, no matter where you are in NV it is still a million degrees in July, being in the middle of nowhere is a good place to run into lawless individuals, and the ground is HARD!  Also, I am irrational when sleep deprived.  All I can say is I survived and I slept maybe two hours and the kids woke up at 3:30 in the morning with Elise screaming my tree-house (tent) is going to blow away.  Personally I thought it would blow us away and catapult our entire family down the mountain ravine too.  Thankfully Jed is patient/used to my crazy thoughts and was able to convince me that if I didn't stay in the tent then it might blow away and I could not steal the truck and find a hotel.  By 5:30 am we had breakfast, and by 6:00 we got out of there, tires a smokin'.  We all went home, ate, and slept for 6 hours!  You know it's bad when the big kids will sleep that long during the day.  The good thing is, the day went by really fast (fireworks are hard to wait for) and no one was cranky for the fireworks.    Camping every year?  no.

My Big Kid Elise

Over a month ago Elise told me "Me the BABY!" climbed on my lap and glared at anyone that dare question her claim.  Then, the next week she potty-trained herself and it's all been downhill (uphill?) to big kid land ever after.  I could no longer deny it after she came to terms with her more mature self and announced one day "me a BIG KID, not baby."

Elise Quotes/Doings
"Want to play ponies."  A hundred million times every day.  I need to hire a pony player.  Jara plays ponies.  Jed plays ponies.  I play ponies.  We all play ponies.  I can  only think up so many pony dialogues.  The evil sorcerer is my favorite character by the way, especially when Elise uses her construction worker cackle to accompany his wrong-doings.

"I poo'ed!" Best words ever, especially because she is sitting on the toilet when she yells it.   After changing diapers for almost eight straight years it's nice to be done.  My happy dance was great!  My exuberance may have frightened the children.  I have never had such an easy go of it.  During Spring Break I bought panties with hope in my mind but reality in my heart and she loved them, wore them and had accidents in them.  I asked her if she wanted to put back on her diaper and she said yes, so we did.  But the thought of panties has been lurking in her brain.  The second week in June after a horrible day of changing 10 sick diapers and a rash, she brought me the panties and said no more diapers.  We had a talk about panty wearing (and how licking the bottom of your shoe makes you sick) and the rest was history.  She has been shopping, been to church, and been camping diaper free, accident free.    At night I still have her wear a diaper, much to her disappointment, but seeing as how she is still trapped in a crib it's for her own good.  My mom is pretty sure the treat  incentive the first couple of weeks is what sealed the deal.  Treats are strong motivation for Elise.  I would have bought her a twenty pound jawbreaker to get to where we are at but thankfully a couple of chocolate chips did the job.

"Knock, Knock, Knocking on Heaven's door"  One weekend on our way to the lake we were listening to the "road trippin'" channel on Pandora.  Elise learned a little Guns N' Roses.  She sings it to her ponies, that and "Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam."  Nice combination.  

Jara asked her who her friends were.  She responded "I not have friends!" Scowled, thought about it a minute, and then said "Rodney my friend!"  Rodney hasn't messed with her ponies yet and they played a friendly game of catch in the pool one day that consisted mostly of Elise getting all of the balls. Rodney has three sisters, bless his heart.

"Let's get in my tree-house!"  Elise deemed the tent a tree-house when we went camping.  She was not happy when we took it down.

She is not a bit afraid of the water/swimming/skiing.  She used the ski trainer last time we went to the lake.  After watching Jara and Jack go, she wanted a turn.  We let her, she did it perfectly, got back to the beach and promptly asked to go AGAIN!  The second time she wouldn't let go of the rope when it was time to be done, fell down and then swore off skiing.  I was kind-of relieved.  It's a little disarming to see your two-year old being pulled behind a boat.  

A little swimming/slide fun.  She would go off and then keep her face down in the water for five or so more seconds just to prove how brave/tricky she was.  My heart.
Elise with her notorious pony gang.  The ponies have to get in the car to drive to pony lessons.  When they get to pony lessons everyone has to line up for roll call and to get their hair brushed.

Big kids dress themselves.  You want to wear two skirts?  Are you sure?  It's kind-a hot....