First it's important to know that before the incident, while I was gathering my painting supplies together Abby snuck into the pantry and helped her self to the fairly new bag of oreo cookies. Did I mention she only eats the middles? By the time I caught her she had already licked the middles out of 7 cookies. Did I mention it was about 9 in the morning? Breakfast of champions right there. This will come back to haunt me later in the story.
So there I am snuggled up in the rocking chair with a mildly fussy Maya. She was much better yesterday, thanks for asking, but still not her 100% happy go lucky self. As we sat and rocked a cop car came flying up our street, lights flashing and quickly wheeled around to block the intersection in front of my house. I apologize in advance for some of the pictures. The window in our front hall was my best vantage point so I had to take them through the screen.
Now the cruiser itself was big news because we rarely see cops around here. And if we do, it's almost always going to be for someone you know because everybody knows everybody around here. So the road's blocked off and I'm wondering what in the hell for. Has there been an accident further up? Is there a fire somewhere? How long will the road be closed for? Like any
They were moving an entire house. Let me tell you it takes a lot of people to move a house. There were police in vehicles and motorcycles, various hydro employees on foot and in trucks, telephone guys and I assume the people in the slow moving Toyota were
It was a wide as our street, hence the closing of the road. I couldn't get the whole house in one shot, but there was just about as much off camera.
Here it is finally moving through the intersection. Abby and I had moved on to the front porch to watch. She couldn't wait for Daddy to get home to tell him about the house that was on the road. While we were watching from the front porch we were joined by ChaCha and her parents. Abby jumped off the front porch to talk to her little friend and stepped right onto a thistle plant with only her socks on. Intially she was fine. She climbed back up on the porch, took her sock off and managed to pull one of the stickers out of her foot by herself. She had one that was stuck in a little deeper that she couldn't get a hold of. So off to the bathroom we went for major surgery. Now if you've read any of the posts regarding me removing slivers from Abby's hands or various small toys from her nose then you have to know that right about now is when the screaming begins. The screaming quickly escalated to foaming at the mouth and then to the hand on hand combat. No way was she going to allow me to remove anything from her person with
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