32.....again?

I think I've been telling people all year that I was 32, so when I realized a couple months ago that I would actually be
turning 32 at this birthday I was a bit surprised. I guess no fear of aging here!

The kids surprised me with a breakfast they made themselves. Wish we had a picture of it. My favorite part of the day was listening to the boys organize, decorate, and cook with their hushed voices, commands, and (sometimes loudly spoken) brilliant ideas! I kept pretending to sleep and smiled to myself when I heard Mike go out and ask them if they needed help and they responded that they would do all of it by themselves. They made us all plates of wonderfully arranged scrambled eggs, toast, strawberries, and carrots. Cuties!

Oh - and they woke me up by stuffing Amelia's leftover cake from the night before with 32 candles and singing to me in bed. Hahaha!

My birthday is the day after Amelia's. Can you see that she has already donned all her princess gear before coming down for breakfast? And all week she kept saying to me in an all-knowing voice, "We are da grils. So we have our birthday togezer. We don't want to have it by ourselves!" (Ourselves being said incredulously.)

Millie Girl is 3!

I can't believe it. The girl is potty trained, riding a "big girl bike" with training wheels, and wearing size 4T. Where does the time go?

She loves butterflies and requested a butterfly cake.

Opening presents.

Wearing as many presents to bed as she can manage. (About ten minutes later she realized hard wire fairy wings and a tulle princess dress are not the best bed companions.)

Goodness gracious, we love her!

Hermine Excitement

So it rained a little last night. Can you see the ruler? That reads 11 1/2 inches. The bucket went out in the backyard last night at 7:00. Yes, I might be a little of a weather fanatic. I wanted to KNOW how much rain was falling at my house, not at the airport, or weather station....

Anyway - checked the water in the bucket first thing in the morning. I can't get over it. Almost a FOOT of rain last night. That's not counting the day and a half of non-stop rain before my curiousity got the best of me and I put the bucket out.

When I went to switch over the laundry last night I looked out the front window and noticed that the flooding was out of control. I called Mike and we ran outside in our pajamas, in the pouring rain, and waded through the street in water that was almost up to our knees. Our mailbox looked like it was floating, you couldn't see where our sidewalk was....I got some awesome videos of earlier in the day when the water in the ravine was just near the top of it's banks, but I SOOOOO wish I could have gotten videos or pictures of what it looked like at that point. Craziness. But it was too dark. Our whole backyard looked like a river and water about 6 inches deep was rushing through our fence boards and gushing into the street/river.

Lots of fun. We were soaking and running the streets in the dark while our children slept peacefully, blissfully unaware they were home alone.

So I know I'm a little weird and get worked up about weather. And you can rest assured I am passing it on to my children. My kids and I were actually thoroughly disappointed that it stopped raining this afternoon. Humbug. Back to schoolwork.