After the storm, we put Matthew to work helping Papa clean up the yard:
Because I felt the puddles along the highway weren't our safest of choices we headed out on a favorite trail of mine in search of puddles. Last time I was on the trail there were big, semi-permanent puddles where frogs even laid their eggs so I thought it was a sure bet. Unfortunately, since much of the county was still without power, clearing the trails of limbs was a pretty low priority and we only made it a few hundred feet in before turning around. We took to the bridges "downtown" and met up with this guy and 3 of his friends (I can't get it on camera but Matthew does an adorable impression of the snake opening his mouth):
Mom and Dad pulled down our toys from the attic. I can't even fathom why we have these glasses but the kids enjoyed them:
While we were in Warm Springs it stayed hot and humid and a little miserable. Because we live a stone's throw away from the county courthouse we lucked out and our power was restored 3 days before the state of emergency ended but the grid was definitely still fragile and we lost it a few more times after some summer thunderstorms. Luckily someone didn't mind as this meant puddles:
Which meant mud birthday cakes (you know, instead of mud pies). As Matt and Dad tell the story Matthew was up splashing in puddles and decided to make a cake with one large, flatish rock and then added smaller rocks as candles. He handed it to Matt to blow out the candles, Uncle Matt pretended and then gave the cake back to Matthew.
Matthew then added a bit more mud, errr, I mean frosting, and candles and gave it to Papa. Papa pretended to blow out the candles and handed it back. That wasn't good enough and Matthew grabbed the "cake" and said "no Papa, like this" and proceeded to blow/knock the candles/frosting off the "cake" with his face:
Much like our previous trips
the kids had a lot of fun with Amma's elephant collection:
The only trying moment we had was when we first arrived. After all the pulling over and stopping excitement of our drive through the storm Matthew finally passed out sometime around 11pm in the car. Not wanting to ruin a good thing I carried him into the house and took him straight to bed. As is his M.O. he partially woke and started asking questions. I've found if I just answer them and then tell him what I'm doing he goes back to sleep without a problem. As I was telling him about his new bed at Amma's house etc. I asked if he wanted to sleep with a new Ellie. I grabbed the closest one, he snuggled it and went to sleep. I went downstairs with Catherine who was wide eyed and bushy-tailed, relieved that I only had one more to get to sleep. Ha! About 20 minutes later Matthew is screaming bloody murder and as I go up there's a squirmy, loud lump in his bed singing "Hey Baby". Matthew then demanded all the scary stuffed elephants be removed from the room and he passed out again. Catherine wasn't as intimidated and did quite a bit of dancing with the elephant over the week:
Meanwhile Matthew got schooled in the Pozun cribbage tradition while I just kept getting schooled:
My parents house may not recover from the onslaught of toys, games and dirt tracked around but we sure did appreciate it and had a great time, with even more pictures of our adventure to come. I'm sure they won't know what to do without the background noise of an idling truck, singing elephant and two shrieking children anymore!