We were happily watching a movie last night when it started to rain. It rained. And it rained. And it rained.
Long story short, the basement where the babies live got completely flooded. By the time we started evacuating the kids, all 3 rooms were engulfed by about 3 inches of dirty water. We moved a few cribs, some pads and a bunch of sheets upstairs to the living room and set up a temporary nursery. It was our own mini-Gonaives!
Dannae rescuing babies.
Casey rescuing diapers.
Rosemanie trying to stay dry.
Josue: "What in the world is going on?"
Once everyone was upstairs, I descended into the watery depths to turn off all the lights. It was so cool down there in the dark that I dragged my roomies down too. We are 23, 25, and 29 years old, but you wouldn't have known it to look at us. We danced, splashed, chased a huge spider, slipped, slid, paddled, and were very silly.
It only took 2 hours of mopping up water with towels this morning to get the rooms dry. The babies were able to move back into the basement by mid-morning. We really need to find a way to keep the water from draining in through the windows though, or I predict a very Noah-inspired rainy season.