Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sewage sucks.
Our neighborhood was the unfortunate victim of the City of Wichita's lax maintenance and 10.3 inches of rain. Not only did the pond behind our home overflow with the massive precipitation, but the pump station failed, causing raw sewage (read: turds) to flow through the basements of many houses in Sherwood Glenn.
My husband's quick thinking, and some incredibly generous neighbors saved our basement from total ruin; but most of our neighbors were not so lucky.
Yes, that's a turd.
The pond ... on Friday, Sept. 12 ... (before it got bad.)
Ant's self portrait amid the flood waters.
Fun with plumber's clay:
My husband's quick thinking, and some incredibly generous neighbors saved our basement from total ruin; but most of our neighbors were not so lucky.
Yes, that's a turd.
The pond ... on Friday, Sept. 12 ... (before it got bad.)
Ant's self portrait amid the flood waters.
Fun with plumber's clay:
Saturday, September 13, 2008
My Husband, My Hero
If you ever heard me complain about my husband again, you need to clobber me with a rusty tire iron. He's perfect, and any suggestion to the contrary is insane.
During the past couple days, Wichita has accumulated 10.31 inches of rain. This has overwhelmed the pond behind our house and the city's sewer systems, causing raw sewage (read: other people's shit) to flow through the houses in our neighborhood. We have been fortunate:
1. Esai's 18-month well-baby check up was Friday. I always stay home with him for a few days after his shots to watch for reactions and give him (and me) some cuddle time. Had I not been home all day, I wouldn't have been able to catch the sewage as it started flowing into our house; and I would have come home five hours later to a destroyed basement.
2. At one point, the water was inundating our house. I thought for sure that we were done. But we have some generous and amazing neighbors who ran over with water pumps and wet vacs on had, jumping into action to create a wonderful system of drainage to collect the accumulating water.
3. My husband rocks. (More to come in the following paragraphs.)
To know Rene is to know he is extremely laid back. And, I'll admit, this is disconcerting to me much of the time. I feel that, as a laid-back dude, he doesn't grasp the seriousness of the situation. But his grace and level-headed nature was an incredible blessing in keeping our house safe and (sorta) dry. Not to mention, our family confident and secure.
But along with his serenity-amidst-the-chaos, Rene was quick-thinking and can solve about any problem with a roll of duct tape. In times of crisis and uncertainty, Rene shines.
And all that, he did without sleep for 40 hours. Not a wink. He's sleeping beside me on the couch right now, but I think he's faking (he's afraid I won't know what to do if the tub overflows).
The water and sewage is still flowing. But there's hope in sight ... at least that's what Mustafa from the city Water & Sewage tells me. Our basement isn't destroyed; the damage (so far) has been limited to the laundry room and the downstairs basement. There are towels and pipes and tubes (and duct tape) everywhere, but things seem to be working for now.
But, as for my wonderful husband ... he gets a free pass for life. Whatever he wants ... fine. I won't nag about the toilet seat, the empty beer cans on the counter, the fact that Esai only has one parent at 2 a.m. Rene can pretty much get away with anything ... Internet porn, Asian hookers, toilet paper violations, whatever.
Thanks, Babe. You're my hero.
During the past couple days, Wichita has accumulated 10.31 inches of rain. This has overwhelmed the pond behind our house and the city's sewer systems, causing raw sewage (read: other people's shit) to flow through the houses in our neighborhood. We have been fortunate:
1. Esai's 18-month well-baby check up was Friday. I always stay home with him for a few days after his shots to watch for reactions and give him (and me) some cuddle time. Had I not been home all day, I wouldn't have been able to catch the sewage as it started flowing into our house; and I would have come home five hours later to a destroyed basement.
2. At one point, the water was inundating our house. I thought for sure that we were done. But we have some generous and amazing neighbors who ran over with water pumps and wet vacs on had, jumping into action to create a wonderful system of drainage to collect the accumulating water.
3. My husband rocks. (More to come in the following paragraphs.)
To know Rene is to know he is extremely laid back. And, I'll admit, this is disconcerting to me much of the time. I feel that, as a laid-back dude, he doesn't grasp the seriousness of the situation. But his grace and level-headed nature was an incredible blessing in keeping our house safe and (sorta) dry. Not to mention, our family confident and secure.
But along with his serenity-amidst-the-chaos, Rene was quick-thinking and can solve about any problem with a roll of duct tape. In times of crisis and uncertainty, Rene shines.
And all that, he did without sleep for 40 hours. Not a wink. He's sleeping beside me on the couch right now, but I think he's faking (he's afraid I won't know what to do if the tub overflows).
The water and sewage is still flowing. But there's hope in sight ... at least that's what Mustafa from the city Water & Sewage tells me. Our basement isn't destroyed; the damage (so far) has been limited to the laundry room and the downstairs basement. There are towels and pipes and tubes (and duct tape) everywhere, but things seem to be working for now.
But, as for my wonderful husband ... he gets a free pass for life. Whatever he wants ... fine. I won't nag about the toilet seat, the empty beer cans on the counter, the fact that Esai only has one parent at 2 a.m. Rene can pretty much get away with anything ... Internet porn, Asian hookers, toilet paper violations, whatever.
Thanks, Babe. You're my hero.
Friday, September 12, 2008
18-Month Appointment
Ahhhh ... I love the periodic well-child visits. It's wonderful affirmation that my Bug is thriving! And he is. Of course.
26.0 pounds (40th percentile)
31.5 inches (25th percentile)
80th percentile on the head circumference (big brain!)
The Bug's healthy as can be! The NP said we'll watch his speech, but she's not worried.
Three shots: DTap, Hep A and Flu. He cried for about 2 minutes, and he was fine.
Esai's now peacefully napping in his crib.
26.0 pounds (40th percentile)
31.5 inches (25th percentile)
80th percentile on the head circumference (big brain!)
The Bug's healthy as can be! The NP said we'll watch his speech, but she's not worried.
Three shots: DTap, Hep A and Flu. He cried for about 2 minutes, and he was fine.
Esai's now peacefully napping in his crib.
Monday, September 8, 2008
A Bug, An Ant ... and a Goat.
Our family went to Eberly Farms over the weekend of Aug. 23 for a work event. There was bingo, a petting zoo and lots of food. A great time!
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