weathering the storm

What a weekend. Many of our close neighbors have water in their homes tonight. I personally know of three of families who have totally lost their homes this weekend. Scary and heartbreaking weekend for so many.

So I wonder how Luke spent his weekend stuck in the house? Guess. Anyone?




Wii.


And very excited about it.

For about the past, oh, 7 years I've wanted to paint our living room/dining room. I've collected about 657 paint chips. My latest whim was blue. But apparently there are 29,000 shades of light blue and every single one was too gray, too green, or believe it or not, too blue. I finally, out of frustration, just went with a yellowy creamy beige on the same color card as our kitchen and bonus room colors. What? No one reads this blog for decorating advice? Shocking.

So Lamar and I finally committed to paint this weekend. And though Mother Nature conspire against us, we did it. Or perhaps we had to be completely trapped in our home (seriously the roads exiting our subdivision are flooded) to actually complete this task. Oh I hate to paint.

And here's Luke early Saturday morning in midst of all our pushed together furniture, playing Wii.

I didn't realize this would be the final picture of our beastly entertainment center. The feet buckled as we pushed it back into place today. We removed the feet and are now using just the bottom piece until I decide what to do. This put television at Luke's exact eye level. Pure joy.

Luke spent Saturday with Mimi and Papa so we could get really serious about our work. We couldn't believe how quiet the house was without him. Praise God he fills our house with chatter!

While at Mimi's house we had tornado warnings. They moved into their "safe place" and prayed about the weather. Luke prayed, "Dear God, thank you for the tornado. Please don't let it come." Then Luke instructed on proper tornado drill "be a turtle" posture.

We successfully transferred Luke back to our care Saturday evening after changing routes due to some flooded roads. We thankfully stopped by the grocery on the way home. Luke really wanted some watermelon. A large wedge of watermelon.

And this is the only way he wanted to eat it.

After helping Luke with his bath I did a little more painting. Luke was playing Wii baseball. My back was to the TV but I noticed he lost. He hasn't lost in months. I turn to check on him and find this.

I knew this was bound to happen one day.

Today was the day of major flooding. When the rain let up this evening we went for a little walk to explore. Luke was still in the pajamas seen above, a raincoat and shoes. Despite the Wii euphoria, he was very excited to leave the house.

A little background: Luke is very into hearing stories about himself as a baby. And he frequently makes up stories about things that "happened" to him as a baby. Just the other day he told, "One day when I was a baby I was playing swordplay . . . "

So today on our walk we came across a bench on one of our neighborhood paths. Luke said, "Oh, we can sit down here and talk." We did and he said, "Or we could play a game." The bench was pretty wet so I said, "Oh, I'd really like to get back home." Luke said, "OK, we can just talk. OK, I'm going to tell you a story. One day God hit me."

Praying for sunshine tomorrow (and no hitting)!