The Night the Lights Went Out on Hammond

So, last night for a little over 2 hours, our power went off. Here is the story of the night the lights went out on Hammond Dr.

Let me preface this by saying that when Ansley and I were growing up Mom always said you have to date someone at least long enough to go through EVERY holiday before you can get married to them. (Of course, there were other recommendations, but this one is relative) However, I would like to amend this by saying you should have to go through a power outage with the person before you get married.

Some people may find power outages fun...wasn't it New York that had a BOOM in births after the power outage...no worries there. :)

Here is how it started....
Power goes out a little before 8:00pm. Trenton is sound asleep in his bed. I go in his room while my husband searches for the flashlight, which is OF COURSE not where it is supposed to be, so he grabs my cellular to go and find it. After much looking and the dog going CRAZY, he finds the flashlight.

We decide to stay upstairs so we can be near Trenton. I call my Mom and tell her we may be coming over to spend the night...here is where it starts to get interesting...OF COURSE Mom says, you can come and so can your neighbors (not the neighbors with cats). Great...Then Mom says one of those Mom things that make you go...REALLY? "Does the baby have a blanket?" Oh, that is what I was missing. All these cold winter nights, the blanket! Of course, how is it I am able to take care of Trenton during the week, but in a time of 'crisis' the normal things elude me??

So, I am texting with my non-cat neighbor and she has called the power company and they estimate 72 ppl without power and 3 hours to fix it..GREAT! We have a fireplace, but it is on the bottom level, so we don't start a fire quite yet. Neighbor (who I don't call by name because I haven't asked) and I keep texting and meanwhile I notice my precious husband (God bless him) using the ONE flashlight we have to stare at spots on the ceiling and torture the dog. All in all, probably not the best use of the flashlight, well, that annoys him that I tell him to stop. Fine, be annoyed.

Now, for those of you who know Wes, you know he CANNOT sit still, so the entire time we are upstairs he is fidgeting and moving and annoying me, but I am quiet until he starts scratching the headboard with his nail...this move totally upsets our Baxter who is on high alert because he knows that something is up. So, Baxter starts crying...I tell wes to stop and he grunts and pouts. REALLY?? REALLY?

I am texting neighbor and she and I are just chatting and Wes keeps going "what did she say?" "Ask her this..."things I am typing as he says it. I get the number to the power company and learn power should be restored by 10:30. We will wait it out. Meanwhile, Trenton has another blanket and a hat on.

The power company, while outside, causes the transformer to blow...neat! Not long after the LOUD BOOM that scared me and Baxter, NOT Trenton, POWER IS RESTORED!

Finally! Wes goes to finish cleaning up the kitchen and comes to bed. WE survived it all! However, I add this night to things I wish I knew about my husband before I said I DO! :)

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TRENTON'S MEASUREMENTS
Please remember I measure him myself and weigh him on my amazing scale, but here is what we got... (thanks Heather for measuring my arm -yes, my child is the length of my arm!!!!)
Length: 2 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 13 lbs even!

BAXTER SAGA
Dear Animal Control,
I would LOVE to file a formal complaint; however, I am not at my residence during your hours of operation, just like it is a job for you, my job too is from 9-5. ESPECIALLY since this cat was in my yard AGAIN this morning!!!!!!!

Dear Cat Neighbors,
I thought about being a nice neighbor and coming over and asking you to keep your cats out of my yard, but then I realized you don't care. I do hate that your poor cats will be going to animal prison, but really, do you have to allow them to roam in my yard, garage, and on my fence???

Dear Cat,
Next time you are in my yard you better hope Trenton is in my arms...he was your saving grace this morning, but you won't always be so lucky

Love,
Sara