For awhile, Max was always putting this little red bucket on Sarah’s head. Now she often puts it on herself. She probably assumes that’s what it’s for… Oh, this is a head bucket!
I can’t remember if I ever told you about a fire near our home a few years ago? It was on the hill behind the neighbors across the street! Thankfully they put it out quickly and we didn’t even have to evacuate.
Yesterday we had another fire. Two of them. One behind us and another near by. I had to head out for an appointment, so before I left, I packed up a huge diaper bag and a few other things in case the fires got out of hand and we had to evacuate. Joe was home with Max and Sarah and was on duty for any evacuation emergencies. As I left, I couldn’t even see down the street – the smoke was so thick. I could see the flames on the hill behind our house.
I told myself not to stress. We were ready to go if we had to and last time – the flames were even closer – and we didn’t have to evacuate. The only thing I care about saving are all of us, babies, doggies — and all my photos! I really don’t care about anything else.
While I was out, I received a phone call from the police department alerting me that our neighborhood was on “mandatory evacuation”. Stress! I checked in with Joe, but he said that nothing was happening. Police and firemen were everywhere out on the street, but no one was being asked to leave.
However, when I arrived home, a police officer had the road blocked and told me the nieghborhood was on “mandatory evacuation” so I wasn’t allowed to drive to my house. I had to park my car on a near by street and then walk home. I tried asking another police officer if I could park my car a little closer, but all he offered me was that he “would look the other way and pretend he didn’t see me walk to my house” (since he wasn’t supposed to let me into the area). When I got home, Joe had to leave for his appointment and now I was on duty for any evacuation emergencies.
By 8:00pm this was still the view of the street from my house. At least the fires were out and by 9:00pm they let everyone back into our canyon. We could get to bed without any more worry for the night. Thank you to all the great police and fire department for all their hard work!
A very interesting, smokey and full of drama day.
I happened to run across this cute video on Facebook and just had to share:
Breaking Bad. Have you seen it? If not, you are probably in the minority. Which Joe falls into – he hasn’t yet watched it.
I started watching it while I was breastfeeding Sarah. Yup, TV watching helps when you have days upon days of breastfeeding every other hour. It gives you something to do besides stare at your baby all day. I mean, I could stare at her all day – she’s so beautiful and sweet – but I think my brain is mush enough with all the baby talk and Dr. Suess books.
Breaking Bad was a new episodic on Netlix at the time, so I gave it a shot. Honestly, I almost stopped watching it only a few episodes in. If you’ve seen it, you know why. Remember the gruesome happening and clean up in those first few episodes? It literally made me feel sick. I was wearing headphones so I knew she couldn’t hear anything. I just hoped that what I viewed on TV did not somehow translate through my breast milk!
It took me a couple weeks to continue watching after that really gross, gross episode where they… OK, I’ll stop there. I not only don’t want to talk about it, but I also don’t want to give it away in case you haven’t watched it yet.
Around the same time, when Sarah was about 7 weeks old, Max loved to try and climb into the oven. And he really loved the fact that we didn’t want him climbing in the oven. Which of course made it 10x more exciting for him. Try cooking dinner with a newborn baby who wants to be held all the time and a one year old who won’t stop opening the oven. Ha!
We looked at “appliance saftety products”. But after we bought one, in the fine print, it specifically said “do not use on oven”. I’m guessing it’s due to the heat possibly ruining the product? I don’t know, but there weren’t really any other options.
So we took it upon ourselves to develop a safety latch for the oven. We dismantled the knobs and put one of Joe’s pant belts on the oven door! It was a last minute, desperate necessity and then we just left it that way. Every time I look at my oven I think of a Crack House. I think of Breaking Bad. And I’m forever explaining it to guests. I suppose it could be worse? Our home could actually BE a Crack House.
And for those of you who haven’t yet experienced Breaking Bad:
Walk Walk
We like to Walk
That is from a Dr. Seuss book. Which is pretty much all I read these days. I have news articles and magazines and books that I’d like to read. For some reason I keep them around – as if I actually believe I’ll read them some day soon. Not. It’s just not going to happen. Life is too busy right now.
Miss Sarah has been ‘walk walk we like to walk’ since she was only 8.5 months. Yup. It’s on the early side. Girls tend to be earlier walkers than boys. But she’s still “cruising” it – meaning she only walks as she’s holding on to something. She’s yet to take that leap of faith and step away hands free. She will be 1 year in only a few weeks so I’m hoping she does it by then, like Max did. He finally took his first steps, hands free, just one week before his 1st birthday.
C’mon Miss Sarah! The final count down is here! You can do it!
