Well, I have to write about the week at hand for record keeping - I am sure one day, I or the kids will want to remember where and what we were doing for the big East Coast Earthquake on August 23rd... especially as the memories are already getting fuzzy. At the time, I was talking on the telephone to someone in Colorado, and thought to myself, 'the house is really shaking - really, this more shaking than I am used to from the kids.' So with that, I said goodbye to the person on the phone and ran downstairs as Jon was running up to check on the washing machine. We both then realized, that our house was shaking from an Earthquake, not the kids or laundry. The usual occurences. Meanwhile, Matt, Will & Charlie kept playing with their trains, really not thinking much of it.
As we were talking over the Earthquake & aftershocks (we felt 2 so far) for the remainder of the week, we started bracing for Hurricane Irene. The forecasters were saying this could be a really big one - primarily due to it's path straight up the East Coast. As with any Hurricane in our books, we prepared. Ice. Beer. Bread. With 3 kids, we also had plenty of Milk. We were glad to take cover for the day as the winds reached up to 55 mph gusts in Richmond - pretty yucky outside, but nothing compared to what our beloved outer banks got. We, along with the majority of Richmond (well, it would seem) lost power. It really wasn't too big of a deal - we had luckily just finished dinner and got power back the next morning as Jon walked in the door with his coffee and more ice.
I was not prepared for Disaster # 3 of the week. Jon and Ken had made a quick trip to the beach to check on things (all fine). So, after we laid Matt & Will down for a nap, Charlie & Linda went out for a bit. Not knowing exactly when they walked out, I didn't think much of the noises I was hearing. However, after a few minutes I started smelling something and thinking that it was very loud downstairs. Turns out, Matt & Will had escaped their crib tents (these are tents on their cribs that zip up so they are not supposed to jump out). Keep in mind, that Matt was sleeping in Charlie's room (in the spare crib) and Will was in their room. I believe Matt escaped first and then freed Will. Matt & Will were both running up and down the hall, with no diapers on (diapers for nap & bedtime only these days). I look into their room and my reaction was pure furor. There was poop everywhere. On both cribs, the rug, carpet and stuffed animals. Turns out, both of them had it on their feet and who knows where else as well. Then I went into Charlie's room and found the crib was wet - all 3 cribs had to be changed, the carpets steam cleaned and the rug hosed off. Needless to stay, they were in big trouble and knew it. The problem is, the thought it was HILARIOUS. Thankfully, Linda & Charlie came home to help and we managed to get things back in shape.
So my game is up - you have to stay one step ahead of these partners in crime. One day... just one day...
Here's to hoping for a calmer 7 days than last.
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