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Close Call but really a Miracle

I think I am pretty sure that I am glad I didn't witness the flames burning literally 50 yards from my home (the house you can see on the left). This is a picture of our neighbor's home across the street . . . or what is left of it. The wind shifted just as the fire jumped the road above our street (which is to the left of the image shown) The shift of wind resulted in the fire jumping 50 feet and igniting the property across the street from us. Miraculously the empty house at the top of the hill (only framing and exterior wood panels) escaped with only minor scorch marks. If the wind had kept blowing from the direction it was roaring down the mountain it would have ignited that house and the wind would have blown the hot flames downward, engulfing each of our homes in a domino like fashion.

The view from my in-law's home in west jordan was enough to convince me there would be nothing left of our home in the morning. When I left their home after dinner to go out and get some things before they issued the mandatory evacuation I wasn't too worried. Upon ariving at the bottom of our street only to have the police barricade tell me I couldn't go further, I was pretty shook up.

in this picture you can see how close it really was. The house circled in red at the top is a a vacant house. . . wood exposed. In all reality it should have burned, in turn catching the rest of the homes on our side of the street on fire. The wind was blowing strongly from the direct south. But just as the fire jumped the road above us (a 50 foot jump) the wind shifted and came from the south west, pushing the flames into the area to the east of us. Our home is the one circled in red at the bottom. the view is even more sobering from my upstairs window. Charred earth so close to the home we practically built ourselves.

I am greatful for a grounded husband. . . who happens to be in Michigan right now. He called to ensure we were far from danger. . . I went to bed that night calm. . . resigned that I would be having to tell my children we didn't have anything left. But not sad so much for the loss of the house, more for the loss of the things that were more than just things to my littles. Chaino, Big Fat, blankies, brand new bunk beds. The house was just a house. . . I wasn't even that attached to it. . . and now that we had done it once we could easily do it again and even better.

I was amazed in the morning to see the helicopter shots of our street, our homes still there. I know that our prayers were answered. . . so many more homes could have been lost if the fire had followed the path it was going. I know the Lord sent a saving wind that night.

We are very saddened for our neighbor's loss. And are anxiously awaiting the time when they are ready to allow us to help them. . .for now they have requested to be allowed some time, unburdened by visitors and do-gooders. I can completely understand.

The winds are picking up again, and thus the smoke that causes the painful burn in the back of your throat and the sting in your eyes. While I know the fire has burned all it can around our home (creating a natural fire break), there are still mandatory evacuations in place for neighborhoods to our east and west. The fire fighters will continue to work miracles with the hand of God aiding them.

We are going to leave again. . .the smell is getting overpowering. Thank you so much for all the prayers in our behalf. The Lord heard them and answered them. As always.

I will post more pictures later.

The Most Boring Post EVER

VERY QUICK

update

I broke my shoulder and my thumb trying to tame the bunny hill (in march i think).

My son doesn't want me to go skiing with him next year because I wasn't 'doing it right' and that is why I got hurt.

How inconvenient for him, in other words.

Alaina was sporting a gap in her mouth that could comfortably fit at least 2 oreos in it. She is now filling in that gap with some new teeth and is attempting 3 oreos along her the bottom of her mouth as two more teeth threaten to fall out.

She can ride a two wheeler.

And has discovered the delight and wonder of boys.

Heaven take me now.

Please!

Damon turned two.

I swear there is an internal switch hidden inside our sweet innocents. It is promptly flipped as soon as the candles are blown out, or eaten. . .

whichever your child prefers.

(mine apparently likes the flavor of wax).

If you are not familiar with the switch that morphs a child into pure trouble . . .

curse you.

If you are familiar with it. ..

bless you!

He has become very familiar with the following question:

"Do you want me to spank your bottom?"

To which he promptly, emphatically and increduluously answers,

"NOooah. no span baah!"

(I am an evil mother who beats her children)

Matthew very lackadaisically attended and characteristically missed his pre-school graduation. Every Tuesday and Thursday consisted of an argument about going -

he being totally contrawise.

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday consisted of an argument as well. . .

these times he wanted to know why he couldn't go.

I couldn't win.

I hope he likes it better next year. Maybe my luck will change as he will be going MWF and not TTH. Perhaps his argument will flip?

Chuck has flown half the country over 1/2 a dozen times for training for an old job and his current one.

Go figure. . . training still continues for the job he no longer performs and he is more obviously required to attend training for his present position.

While he isn't in the air or the office or somewhere between Ogden and Provo he is most often found burning the midnight and early morning hours working on our house.

I do not know how he does it.

Where he gets his strength or stamina to continue and then come home and take care of all our needs too!

MY HERO.

And by the end of this month our house will be done, will be beautiful and will be ours!

Time marches on. . . if I am not careful I find it's footprints all over my back. So here is to at least staying even with it! :)

I can handle the elbow jabs.

The Most Perfect Day Ever!

Alaina officially declared Sunday June 6 2010 the most perfect day ever! Why?

well . . . we took these off her bike and she was smooth sailing. Wind in her hair. . . balance soundly grounded on her seat, a huge smile, and a proud momma!

AND

we saw not one, not two, but THREE of these in the sky at the same time. . . one of them a complete bow!

and to top it all off. . .

I let her play in the rain during the thunderstorm.

She was a bit surprised that getting wet in her clothes was ok with me.

But as I informed her. . .

i remember when my momma let me play in a summer thunderstorm . . .

and it was one of my favorite memories

ever!

Kid Pictures

This was her valentine day card. Imagine a sucker in her hand. I just cut slits at the top of her fist and the bottom of her fist and she put the suckers in! So easy peasie, and so fun!

So here are some pics I took. . . just playin' round. This was actually Matt's Valentine Card (with a candy attached)

Don't look too closely, or you'll see the green oozing from his little nose!

My Three Little Riddles

'Laina Marie
If only all my children loved the camera like she did. I would be in H.E.A.V.E.N.

In a Nutshell

I have been negligent . . . in a nutshell.

We have been sick with flu, pnuemonia, and flu again . . . in a nutshell. Alaina says she found her flu bug in the toilet the next day!

We are well now - I hope . . . in a nutshell. Once Matthew started feeling better he decided it was too much of a good thing (feeling well that is) so decided to get up close and personal with the fireplace and cracked his front tooth. Luckily his tooth appears to be as stubborn as he, and is hanging in there for now.

And if you can imagine all the stuff that must fill in these gaps you will gather my nutshell is pretty big!

I really got tired of looking at my last post so had to put something else up here . . . in a nutshell.

Merry Christmas! I make no promises toward a renewed dedication of keeping this updated. Under promise over perform!