Who turned off all the lights?

Man, sorry we've been pretty silent over here in these parts. Ever since Sunday afternoon we've been living life like it's 1799. Our power was out from Sunday all the way until last night, so roughly 48 hours. It felt like an eternity. And I feel for those who are still dealing with power loss.

If it makes them feel any better, our satellite dish was taken out in the huge windstorms, so even though we have power it's been pretty silent save for the swish-swish of a grading pen and the clacking of Jillian's keyboard. We are now dealing with the aftermath of the storm. We had 3 trees from our backyard come down, thankfully not on the house, and an enormous amount of shingles from our roof come flying off. We've since had tar paper put over the missing pieces and anxiously await our insurance guy to show up and determine if we can get a new roof or not. Pleasesayyes, pleasesayyes. 

A neighbor on our street is a roofer and said he could start later this week or early next week if they give us the go-ahead. However the trees are still an issue. Jillian's parents, plus hopefully a chainsaw, were coming in this weekend for a visit anyway so they'll hopefully help us clean some debris and play lumberjacks for a day.

Both nights our house resembled a 1990s R&B music video after 8 pm. Candles were burning all over our kitchen and living room. There's nothing quite like trying to read Esquire by candlelight. And both nights I believe we fell asleep before 10 o'clock. It felt weird.

But since Megan's waking hours are all spent in normal daylight she had no idea anything was different. So thankfully she responded beautifully. All she knew is that she got to play the 'flashlight game' for a few minutes in the morning while she got ready.

So we've survived, daycare stories are in the past, and we're ready to move forward with two straight weekends of grandparent/Megan love. She's pumped.