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Life at the Hall

Man your stations

In DC we had snow and in Hamilton we DEFINITELY had snow and we also had an earthquake my sophomore year–but since we have been here, we have had deadly floods, a tornado, and now, A HURRICANE.

The threat to Corpus Christi is much more significant than here. The latest is that the sheer amount of rain that will accumulate (and flooding) as the storm JUST SITS AND DOESN’T GO ANYWHERE is the greatest risk, rather than wind or tornadoes.

As reported (via six degrees on Facebook), “the people of Corpus have a sense of humor…”

Selena is READY.

Local schools are reiterating their closure policies and procedures through social media.

 

I am still a disaster rookie and I would say that we are NOT prepared and have NO PLAN.

Please don’t tell Papa John we aren’t ready. He was bent about eclipse viewing precautions–this will send him over the edge.

Nevertheless, price gouging (gas prices alone went up 4% overnight) and stockpiling has begun.

Yesterday Little Miss and I went to Target for nothing important and did not get gas afterwards because the station was so busy. Then when we went to the grocery store (with no list or thought about “non-perishable foods”) there were no carts at the front because it was so busy.

It was so busy we had to get out of there ASAP after getting the basics like produce and meat but before we could get any dairy, like milk or eggs (OR ICE CREAM).

But the only dairy that we really need and won’t spoil in the event of a power outage, is the baby milk which comes forth from my boobs, as the La Leche Leaguers posted, not missing a beat to use this natural disaster as a soapbox…

 

After the grocery, our final stop was the liquor store. In this case, you could say we pass the preparedness test–we prepare for a storm like our Colgate family friends who lived on the North Carolina coast and for whatever reason NEVER lost power so when a storm was coming and everyone else was buying water and toilet paper, they were at the store getting chips and beer for the party.

Apparently that’s how a lot of people here prepare too–for as busy as the gas station and the grocery store was, the liquor store was JAM. PACKED.

I was there to buy a new bourbon called Bastille for T and when we went to pay, all the people in the very long line let me go ahead of them, “because you have the baby”. It made me feel as ridiculous as Pamela Purse. Ironically, I ended up at the cash register with the French store manager (named PATRICK) and he was saying in his Grandpere way, “I bet your husband has never had a French whiskey before!” And probably for good reason–just because you can make wine does not mean you can make whiskey. It’s too bad–I was hoping this Bastille could become our new house whiskey since Little Miss was born on Bastille Day. But since we are not storm prepared, it might be the only thing left in the house that is not spoiled. Maybe we could use it for gas!

UPDATE FRIDAY 18:00: My husband keeps telling me it’s not a big deal but Little Miss and I just got home from getting gas and milk and eggs and a single box of macaroni and cheese (see above: still a rookie). At the homestead, the pool is empty, the outdoor furniture turned over and both cars under the carport. Stay tuned…

Life at the Hall

The days can be like the nights

Little Miss has a sixth sense–she will be fast and dead asleep until her mother a) gets in bed b) is ready to eat or c) sits down to write a blog post, without fail. So my fingers will type fast or I will learn to type with my left hand.

I am "SO GLAD" we joined the pool this summer because I think we went maybe three times before Little Miss was born. I had the swimsuit to swing it–the bedrest thing kind of killed the effort. Now that she is here, I am banned from swimming until my postpartum check, by which time the pool will already be in "no lifeguards until 4:00pm because they are all at school" mode. Also, little babies are not supposed to go out in weather above 80 degrees, and since it barely gets below 80 at night here, the local pool is definitely not an option before the season is over at Labor Day.

For convenience and family appeal, we had a small inflatable pool from Target earlier this summer, the Intex 88" X 85" X 30" Swim Center Family Lounge Inflatable Pool. Country Club Redneck all the way.

Working the lounge pool so hard–so hard it found a hole and because of the heat, a patch would not hold, so into the trash goes that $40.

Then T decided to get serious. He purchased the INTEX 12' x 30" easy set pool from "AMAZON DOT COM", as OJ says. It arrived this morning.

OJ told T: "THIS NEW POOL MAKES ME SO EXCITED!"

After ordering the pool and before it arrived, T watched lots of youtube videos about assembling it because this thing is legit–it comes with it's own filter! We also purchased chlorine, a floater, and a cover. Lastly, it's HUGE–it is almost double the size of the lounge pool. We have left the realm of Redneck and officially entered into Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.

They say the water is nice, but Little Miss and I are still ineligible to play. I guess it's a good thing the heat doesn't end when summer does so OJ and I should swim laps until at least Halloween…

Life at the Hall

Game plan: next eight weeks

Indeed, the past few weeks have flown by.

This happened when I was pregnant with OJ–it’s almost like being pregnant diverts all of your energy (mental, spiritual, physical) elsewhere and while I am too busy listing and nesting (and listing and nesting), I forget to write blog posts (or something).

Pregnant or not, it’s easy for April to fly by in here where Easter and Fiesta hardly allow a change in door wreath. And then I was happily wrapped into Listen to Your Mother again this year.

But now I am finding myself staring at the calendar in disbelief that I am 32 weeks pregnant and OJ is out of school for the summer. I believe these are going to be THE LONGEST EIGHT WEEKS of my life.

During my most recent trip to IKEA (to pick up the cabinet doors that we neglected to remember to collect on our previous trip to IKEA), I picked up the DUKTIG play kitchen for OJ.

It’s been on the “back burner” for a while now but since his imaginary play skills have really picked up, and he has his very own apron from Momma Muppet, and we’ve got nothing but a lot of time on our hands together coming up, I thought this might be the time to bring it home.

Last weekend, T and OJ put it together. OJ had a choice to make peanut butter cookies (for real) or put together a new toy. He chose new toy.

Now, if only he could make dinner in his kitchen.

I showed T the “hacks” for the IKEA Duktig kitchen (see here) to which he said, “these people have too much time on their hands.” If I can muster the energy and creativity, these are the two I like most to replicate:

Also in the name of we’ve got nothing but a lot of time on our hands together coming up, we got a Crayola easel at the “baby and toys store” so that he can PAINT!, because that is one of his FAVORITE activities at school.

But for this weekend, we are focused on the LONG MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND together with dad and doing festive fun things.

Tatts

Toes

And blue and red jello–two hands

And until 40 weeks, as many cuddles and snuggles as possible.

 

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