Good Monday Morning!

AFter a weekend away for Trivia Night in Springfield to support Kathy's Youth Service Bureau, and then mass for Dad on Sunday followed by lunch at Hardees, I am glad for a slow morning. I have the usual trip to the allergy clinic today, but other than a couple of errands, it is a day for laundry and I think putting away the snowmen. I am doing everything I can here to encourage spring.

A week from today, I will see my oncologist for the routine bloodwork and inspection. Then I am going to gather with people who have been with me through the BCE (breast cancer experience) for a little ceremony they do at the cancer center with people who have completed their treatment. After that, lunch at The Pier. That is something to look forward to. I hope everybody can come.

I am looking at a basket full of beanie babies I got from the silent auction at Trivia Night. Hannah is going to love them. And there is one rahrrrr...Nolan's current name for a dinosaur, that he might like. They are unique--not the run-of-the-mill collection of beanies.

Speaking of dinosaurs....gotta tell a story from the Dede household.....

Yesterday was a beautiful, warm sunny day here. So Tony and Carrie decided to tackle their garage. Cleaning it out that is. Now if you haven't had the experience of viewing their garage, let's just say, it needed it. So they are pitching and tossing and organizing 10 years of stuff from their collective lives. Carrie finds some of Blake's old toys, including some dinosaurs that she thinks Nolan would now like to play with, so she puts them in the kitchen sink to wash later for him....begin to get a picture here....now Nolan gets up from his nap and sees the dinosaurs in the sink and decides he will help out....apparently turning on the water in the kitchen sink. OK. Are you getting the picture here???

So eventually he comes to the garage door and tells Carrie, "Mommy, water." Now we all know that Nolan is getting a little speech therapy, because the experts have determined that his speech is a little delayed for a 2 1/2 yr. old. But I am thinking, "Mommy, water," should be enough language to alert someone that something might be up. Well, Carrie was so engrossed in the task at hand, she basically ignored him. He even told her his socks were wet, but since Nolan gets freaked out easily about such things, she decided not to respond immediately to that little sign either....OK is the picture getting more clear here?

Now we are probably talking minutes here, not seconds, and Carrie sticks her head in the door and discovers Nolan's socks are drenched. And she hears water running. In the house she goes, and there it is....kitchen sink overflowing, water, water everywhere....

TONY! She screams. He comes in, sees the situation, heads down the stairs, and sure enough, the water is flooding into the basement too. SH*#+!^;T Nolan, he yells from downstairs. And Nolan innocently stands at the top of the stairs, yelling back down to him, "What happened, Daddy? What happened?

WEll, it doesn't sound like either parent could get too upset with Nolan. After some work with the shop vac and probably some fans to dry things out, nobody hurt. A few feet over downstairs, and the water would have gotten the computers. So that is something to be thankful for. I was thinking, does insurance cover damage in this situation?

Always a good story at the Dedes!