There comes a time in every kid’s life when eating becomes difficult and brushing before bed is nearly impossible. My younger brother, Dominic, has gone through this the last week and the wait is finally over, all thanks to Claire.
I heard arguing from another room coming from the younger set of siblings, which is normal so I paid no heed.
Cries of pain suddenly came from a small six-year-old, and he came running into the kitchen with his hand over his mouth, which is ever a good sign. Claire came running in behind him yelling “I’m sorry Dominic!” We looked at Claire and asked her what happened. She quickly started to tell the story almost inaudibly, all I caught out of it was, Dominic took something from her and she wanted it back then she says “I just touched his tooth and he started to cry” as Dominic says though sobbing and tears “Claire punched my tooth out!”
So that is the story of Dominic’s first lost tooth, which came out with either a touch or the old-onesie-twosie (to those who watched Popeye the Sailorman) depending on who you talk to.
Everything was going well, supper was almost done. Then we would have cake to celebrate my sweet 16 birthday. It was raining and one could barely see out the windows. I was video recording the rain poring down outside not knowing what disaster awaited me in the future.
I hurried in to the kitchen and continued to set the table for dinner, when there is a scream of terror coming from the basement. It was Joseph and he was yelling “the bathroom is flooded!” In no less than a minute Landon and I were down scooping gallon buckets out of the sump-pump and dumping them outside through the garage steps. The basement was being flooded again. The sump-pump could not keep up with the rain that we were getting. I hustled into my room to look for water and the carpet was floating by the window. I began to throw towels on the wet carpet, but with every towel I threw they became saturated. I gave up.
I started to throw everything I could into the nearest box only stopping to comfort the traumatized Dominic who was most upset. He was very concerned that we were all going to die. I told him the rain was going to stop and the water was only going to get an inch high, showing him with my fingers how big that was. Then he started to calm down. Landon was calling me back to help him with the rising water in the sump room so I told Dominic to go back upstairs to wait where he would not be in the way. But that just made him more upset that I was not coming with him. He said, “But I’m scared!” Then to the rescue came Sarah who had a headache at the time so she could not help carry water. She took his hand and led him up the stairs along with Claire.
Quickly I went back to shoveling water with Landon. At around 11pm(about three hrs after Joseph screamed) we had probably taken 30 gal of water out of the sum-pump. “Happy flood day to you,” Landon said. I had to laugh about that for a while. For the next two hours we used the shop-vac hose to suck water out of the carpet which was not very effective. There was just too much water to keep up. Dad came home with a second smaller vac to help. At 1:30am we decided we would have to pull the carpet up in the morning. This was a very distressing thought for me. The entire time I was scooping water a flash back was playing in my head when five years ago, we flooded for the first time. Every detail was replayed in my head like it was presently happening.
Happy Thanksgiving all my blog readers. How long did you guys spend in the kitchen cooking,cleaning, and having panic attacks about what ingredients you forgot at the grocery story? I spent about nine hours total the day before Thanksgiving in the kitchen, and there was mom, me, Sarah, and Landon in the kitchen at the same time. Now can you imagine families leaving ALL the cooking and cleaning to mom? Thats not fair.
What did you have at Thanksgiving dinner? I had turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, some sort of corn dish, stuffing, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, pecan pic, apple pie, banana pudding dessert, and punch.
Be thankful for what you have, count you blessings and write them down on a piece of paper and put the list next to your bed.
Sarah and I where given a jewelry beading kit for Christmas. We made most of the designs in our kit so we went out to hobby lobby and spent $20 on more beads and supplies. A few days later we decided to sort all the different colors of beads into their own little bag, which was a hectic “Bead Battle.” So many beads, millions of beads. Then Dominic came over to see me, and of corse he wanted in on the acton. Him being there went better than I expected, I thought he was going to throw my beads on the floor and eat them, but he just sat there on my lap while I sorted the beads in to their color piles. He put them into the bag one bead and a time and it actually went faster than before.
More “Bead Battle”
When I was making one of the bracelets in my kit the beads kept falling off. When I had finally finished putting on all the beads I tied the ends together and pulled them very tight. With a sigh of relief I put the bracelet on my wrist and then bracelet shattered! The beads went flying and some beads even broke. I fell to the floor with my hands in the air.
P.S. I did eventual finish the bracelet after a hectic”Bead Battle”
This year for Thanksgiving we went to my grandparents farm on my dads side. We had a wonderful time, my grandma made her delectable deviled eggs, brownies, stuffing, and more. My granddad made the best turkey I have ever had, Sarah made yummy pumpkin pie, mom apple crisp, I made some kind of drink with ginger ale, fruit punch, and raspberry sherbet. Some time after lunch my granddad took two children at a time out to his field to drive the tractor. First he brought Daniel and Joseph, then Alex and John, and last but not least he brought me. Driving the tractor was very fun. It took me a while to get used to driving such a big peace of machinery. After that my granddad went outside with Landon and dad to shoot a big gun (we are way out of town) at an old can, the gun was very loud, and they did have ear protection. I stayed inside. I do not like to shoot guns it hurts my shoulder. After that we all stayed inside. It was very cold and windy so I did not get any pictures. But my granddad just sent me a picture of the tractor and deep till I drove.
On Tuesdays I take a class for strengthening and conditioning for pointe. On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving my teacher said ( we must be thankful for our food and I will make you be thankful, and make you remember me over thanksgiving.) Everybody remembered her, including me. I was so sore, and even to this day my abs and shoulders are sore.
Happy Thanksgiving to everybody. I hope you were thankful because some people have only a piece of bread to be thankful for, NOT turkey, pumpkin pie some kind of drink with ginger ale, fruit punch, and raspberry sherbet,apple crisp, deviled eggs, brownies, stuffing, and more.