Monday was our first day of school. The kids were so excited to sit all in a row at the table in the school room. Benson was really excited, too, and bounced and jumped and walked and sniffed and licked every bit of the room. Henry thought that if we brought his bed in, he'd lay on it and sleep while we did school. So the bed was brought in. Benson had no intentions of laying down or sleeping, only exploring. We tried putting him out of the room so we could focus on our work. That didn't work either because he stood on the other side of the door barking and whining. Eventually we gave up and moved "school" to the breakfast table. Benson chilled out and we were able to get our schoolwork done.
With Hurricane Laura intensifying in the Gulf, Todd was sent home Tuesday evening with his laptop and orders to work from home the rest of the week. We were anticipating getting some of the outer bands of the storm. We did laundry and put extra ice in our freezers in case of a power outage. We gassed up our cars and put them close to our garage doors to protect them from the winds. Wednesday evening came and it was clear the hurricane was going to hit the Texas-Louisiana border. As we were watching the news Tuesday evening, Henry was getting anxious and said they'd all have to sleep together like they do with the fireworks. Caroline kept asking, "We're in the 'yellow,' right?" Yes. We were in the yellow band of the storm (Not red. Not orange). After all the anticipation, we didn't even get a drop of rain. I know because I was outside with Benson at 11:00 p.m., 2:30 a.m., and 5:00 a.m. that night. It didn't even get windy, just slightly breezy. Obviously, east of Houston got hit hard. Our church has sent out their "chainsaw team" to Louisiana to help break down the fallen trees. In Texas, the major grocery store chain wrote out their hurricane restrictions. (I actually looked at the comments from this meme and people were dead serious about buying up brisket.)
Benson has discovered his reflection in the oven. One evening as dinner cooked, he stared, barked and growled at himself. Now he passes through the kitchen regularly to growl at the dog in the oven. Henry has also taught him that if he walks partway up the stairwell, he can turn around and look at himself in the mirror. More barking.
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