When it rains it pours

Oh, it was a rough night. Christian decided around 3 am that it was time to cry- and cry- and cry. Pacifier? - not having it. Feed him? - not hungry. Rocking him in the chair?- talk about back-arching. I'm still not sure what was wrong with him, but he finally fell asleep around 5. When he woke again at six, I got up to feed him, and thought the boys had turned the bath on and left it running. It took me a minute to realize in my groggy state that it was pouring in floods outside. We haven't had rain for so long that the sound of a good Southern rainstorm had grown foreign to me. I had to laugh, thinking about all the people who had been praying for rain and they got it- on Labor Day.

The other boys were waking about now, so I left Christian to play with them, told James to try and keep him happy, and stumbled back to bed, where I remained oblivious until 9! I haven't slept 'til 9 in forever, and I got that panicky feeling when I woke up, like- why is it so quiet? Where are my kids?
I threw on my glasses and found Christian all by himself on his bedroom floor, kind of fussy, but otherwise fine. I should have known where the other boys would be.

"Guess what mom- it's raining!"



"But mom, if I go outside, my feet might get wet."


"Mom- I couldn't find my rubber boots, so I used your garden clogs."


On Saturday, thanks to Moriah, I was able to get an early pick on a huge children's consignment sale, and found raincoats for all the boys. Talk about good timing. However, the only item I wasn't able to find on my list were rainboots for Seb and Etienne. It was hilarious to watch Seb put two and two together- looking at the holes in his Crocs and the two inch deep puddles in the back yard. He never did make it outside.
I had to laugh, but I was impressed too. They managed to find their coats and shoes and get them all zipped and ready to go without me. I wish I could say the same for their pants.


Hope everyone has a good (and dry) Labor Day!