Did I mention the neighbors' house caught on fire? Yes, while we were peacefully playing with Play-doh, a fire began next door, outside our living room window. It was quite a traumatizing experience for the girls: while I was outside making sure there was no one in the burning house, my girls were inside, thinking they were about to be burned. I, of course, knew they were okay, but they didn't know that. Poor things. By the time the fire trucks arrived and I got back inside, the girls were all screaming and crying. I don't blame them one bit. It was scary. And best of all, we get to stare at the damage every day. It really hasn't helped them get past the drama...
(Update: 3 months later, it's still untouched. Come on, insurance money!)
In the meantime, James has been collecting a pile o' trash (yes, we already took one load out to the trash -- this is all new). I'm grateful that the fire didn't touch this!
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