We had an eensy weensy little flood here in Colorado.
Juuuuust a little bit of rain...
Patrick was in town for the first half of the storm(s). He had to be in Portugal and the day he flew out he was able to get out of town and to the airport pretty easily. The trip TO the airport was pretty miraculous because the town was cut off up until a few hours before he had to leave and closed again for a short while after he did get out. He left me at home with the girls to weather the second half of the storm alone. Luckily our home is on a bit of a "bump" and we didn't have any problems other than watching the torrential storm out the windows, seeing every low spot in our yard turn into a river, and biting my nails to the quick, and watching the rest of our tiny town slowly succomb to the water on the news. It was, to put it lightly, a bit scary. Our biggest threat was water and power--both were threatened at one point. The girls were pretty oblivious and mostly pretended to pack on go on trips like Daddy was doing:
We baked cookies:
Once the water stoped pouring from the sky our town turned into this. National Guard were everywhere I looked. It stayed this way for a very long time:
Eventually we tried to get back to normal. Trip to the mall, a train ride:
Out for lunch. Caroline sucked down an entire chocolate milk in mere seconds. She then wouldn't eat her meal:
Trip to IKEA. The girls have to relax on every single sofa we walk by:
Trip to friends house to test out their new hot tub:
Random after school picnics with our buddy Jamison. Because what else do you do amidst the general chaos of after school pick-up?