This kid is trying to make sure I'm totally gray by 35
So, this morning was wonderful with the kids. It is frigidly cold, so school has been cancelled for today and tomorrow. We made waffles for breakfast, read some more from James, played lots of Legos and made lots of inventions/lighthouses and eventually it was time for lunch. I sent the kids to the basement to burn off a little energy while I was preparing food. I went to turn on the faucet and......a trickle and finally no water. I start to panic because it is so frigidly cold outside I'm sure the pipes are freezing. I turned on all the faucets in the house, no water anywhere and I leave them on. In the basement I spend three hours heating pipes with a hair dryer, setting up space heaters to warm things up, using bed buddies to wrap around the pipes and still no water. I call five different plumbers and I finally I can find one that will be able to come today to check things out. I had a play date scheduled with a handy friend, so I asked her to come over and look things over. Right after the water meter there was a little valve that I had overlooked. Sure enough she turned it on and water restored! Immediately I knew the culprit. After a stern talk with all three kids, a very guilty face verified my instincts. I'm so thankful for my friend for saving me from a big plumbers bill (it was going to be overtime, gulp) for a tiny little easily solved problem.
This kid. He still hasn't figured out that curiosity killed the cat.
Some bonus stories:
Today Carter asked if he could stay in his pajamas. I said that was fine, we weren't planning on leaving the house with the cold temperatures. His response? Yay! I don't have to change my underwear!
Bob-Bob has given Dawson a new nickname: iceberg. Mike and I both agree it is totally fitting because he plows into things and is as cold as ice.
Ava is such a sweet little caring soul. Recently she came into my bedroom sobbing in the middle of the night because she missed her cousin Riley. Then last night there was some wind and Dawson was scared. Instead of coming into my bedroom he turned to his big sister for comfort. They both ended up on the floor in our bedroom, but it's nice to know that she likes to care for him as well.
Enough stories for know, but please say a prayer for my too curious for his own good little boy.
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