Like the millions of others along the East Coast we've had quite the past few weeks. Last week we watched a 7 month old baby during the day....it was around 2pm and all three kids were asleep. Talk about bliss! Spencer and I are standing the kitchen and says, "I've got to go lay down, I'm dizzy or something" at which point I say, "no I feel it too" and realize that the entire building is swaying back and forth.
This is where the panic sets in, we're on the 6th floor with three sleeping kids and I'm thinking the whole building is going to collapse. We ran upstairs, grabbed the kids and when we came down the swaying/shaking had stopped so we decided stayed put but for about 60 seconds I was absolutely terrified.
Ok, fine so it wasn't even that big of an earthquake - kind of a fluke, not much damage and we've all moved on. Then Irene comes roaring in.
Turns out hurricaine Irene didn't hit Boston as hard as we thought, we never lost power but did get some pretty spectacular rainstorms. For once it was nice being on the 6th floor...no flooding! The rain started Saturday morning and ended Sunday night.
11:30pm Saturday night the building fire alarm goes off. Lovely. Kids are up screaming and we end up making that six flight evacuation walk, that we managed to avoid during the earthquake, with two crying toddlers and heading outside into a hurricaine! At this point I'm really not loving the sixth floor. All those warning to stay inside, off the roads were completely thrown out the window as we sat outside in the cold rain and winds for an HOUR.
The hurricaine came and went, and even church was cancelled. We were forced to creatively entertain the kids all day in a 10x10 room (that's about all the open space we've got) but considered ourselves lucky we were laregely unaffected.
Henry's broken arm + random earthquake + middle of the night fire alarm + hurricaine = ???
Feel free to fill in the blank for me.
Thanks for the hospitality Boston. As you can tell we've had a rough transition to Boston but we're hoping it's only up from here!
In other news Henry is castless! We didn't find out until our last trip in to get the cast off that we narrowly escaped surgery. I guess when there are brakes/fractures near a joint and growth plates it can get tricky.
And this little one is now completely potty trained and out of her crib. Somehow along with those changes came this crazy attitude which we're hoping is just a phase. Old picture but fits the phase well...we'll just blame it on the fire alarm :)
