The Christmas that had a flood. (part 1)

I woke up Christmas Eve morning at 5am to John asking for help.  He said water was everywhere. 

He was getting ready for work when he heard what he thought was a toy going off.  He went to turn it off and found that part of our sprinkler was broken and water was spraying everywhere in our front yard and into the basement.  

We got it turned off.  It had been a warm fall and we didn't get the outside water turned off.  Then we got really cold and then started to warm up.  Then the pressure caused us some problems.  

Becca coudn't sleep, so she ended up on the couch.  She was so helpful.  It was great to have her.  Everyone else was sick.  Between 7 and 8, we tired to wake up more kids, but the helpful ones were too sick. 

John had to go to work.  After Becca and I got the storage room and girls room cleared out, we were trying to figure out what to do.  We ended up sitting there and bawling.  We were so dang tired.  

The emptied the storage room.  

Luckily it was mostly bins.  I know, this room is gross.  But it had 2 inches of water in it.  Then off to the girls room.  

This is all their crap in the green room.  That was a lot to move. 

So we hopped in the car and went to Home Depot to rent fans and a carpet sucker.  

We spent the rest of Christmas sucking water.  

 It looks like part of the floor is dry, but it wasn't.  It just wasn't sopping.  It was wet out the door.  

That was quite an adventure.  I love my family and how they all pitched in.  (Well, when they were awake and feeling better :)  

3rd Annual H.I.C Christmas Caroling.

Every year we get together with some homemade goodies and we deliver them to people in our neighborhood with a song.  Then we go back to our house and have donuts and hot chocolate.  It is pretty fun. Between our 11, I's 5 and the C's 10, we are quite a group to show up at peoples door.  Sadly not all were able to go, but here are some photos from that night.  

Now I will blink and we will be at the 4th Annual H.I.C. Caroling.  

It's a fuzzy sock kind of day. . .

so I might as well sit, munch on edamame, catch up on my DVR and blog so I feel like I am doing something worthwhile.

The babies had their preschool Christmas program.  They did great.  What little cuties I have :)

I thought that 1. because they are my babies and B. this was my 13 annual program that I was going to be able to enjoy it all by myself.  That might sound selfish to some of you, but when you sit though all these programs all these years, it gets a little exasperating chasing after little ones and hauling car seats around.   All I want to do is enjoy the kids that are preforming.  But low and behold, Jason woke up feeling like a truck ran over him, he had been up all night with a croupy cough.  I love winter.  :(  Ok, not really.  But really, I did enjoy having him there.  I don't think I know how to be alone anymore.  I wonder if there is an app for that.

Anyway, back to the babies.

  Too bad I waited so long to get them up and no one is in the mood for Christmas stuff.