The Deluge

I know, I know.  It has been a LONG time since we've updated this here blog.    Shortly after the babe was born I decided to "disconnect" from technology a little bit.

About a week and a half ago we got hit by a pretty massive thunderstorm, the likes of which I'm not sure I've ever seen here (Brasil, yes; here, no.)  The gutter out the front window overflowed and combined with some crazy wind and started blowing upward (the picture hardly does it justice).

Then we started noticing out the back window that the hill behind us was forming a mini mudslide.

So we kept watching it, and down came the tree.

And then we noticed there were actually two slides.

We had fun watching the crazy people drive up to check it out for the next two days.

After it got cleaned up, what was left is this massive scar on the hillside.

During the storm, I was working to finish some prophet puppets for sharing time in primary the next day (can you guess which ones they are?), and got to finish the last one by candlelight since the power went out for two hours.  I thought they turned out pretty good (though the kids made fun of my President Monson puppet; making hair for a balding man is hard!)  G has told me I should make puppets of the twelve apostles now, but on further thought said they'd all look the same.

Happenings

We've been pretty busy around here lately.

I made a quilt

G and I made sugar cookies (don't judge - it was our first time trying the "flooding" technique...not to mention I get bored after decorating about two sugar cookies)

We made a nightlight

I grew a baby

And four days after that picture gave birth to said baby (best workout EVER, if you wanted to know)

And then I needed something else to do, so I made this wreath

And tomorrow I'm going to make this bread for some fancy grilled ham and cheese sandwiches (that's caraway rye, just fyi)

Trunky

trunky: adj. Restless, antsy (2). Specifically, eager to leave or go home. Possibly referring to "packing one's trunks."

I've noticed over the last week or so (G would say last year...) that I am officially trunky. With only one...or two...or possibly three weeks left to work, I'm definitely ready to be done and retire. Some may laugh when I say retire, because the life I'm about to take on is probably the complete opposite of "retirement." But to me, it sounds like retirement. I'm so grateful I'll get to stay home and won't (hopefully) ever have to work at a paid day job again. To some, that may sound awful and many people at work have given me funny looks when I say I'm quitting, but to me it sounds like pure bliss. I'm also grateful I have had the opportunity to work full-time for the last three years so that I know what both worlds are like; so that on the I-haven't-slept-for-three-nights-in-a-row-and-this-child-will-not-stop-crying days I can look back and remind myself that I chose that life.  I consider myself lucky to be able to have both experiences.

Here's to hoping I can stay focused for a wee bit longer.