Where there's smoke there's fire, weekend adventure, and a little comparison

It's never a good sign when you look out your front door and you are greeted with the smell of smoke and more than one cop. Well any cop outside my door is bad news as far as I'm concerned but that's a story for another day. ;) Yesterday afternoon the woods a few blocks away from our home unfortunately caught fire. The worst part of the whole situation was that it was a very windy afternoon. The fire actually started across a 4 lane road and then the wind blew it across into the back of our neighborhood.

The police set up shop literally in our front yard. Our house was the cutoff for where they were asking people to evacuate.

The view down the block from our front yard. It was snowing big ashes for several hours. 

They had 1 helicopter and two planes circling and dropping water.

The fire department had it under control in about 5 hours, unfortunately three houses in our neighborhood were damaged. Today they are doing a controlled burn of the area to help ensure that what is still burning does not get out of control.

A little less exciting was our visit to the annual Azalea Festival.  



Hubby and I got a kick out of seeing the new nice marble benches the city installed on the waterfront. I guess beggars can't be choosers when it comes to business sponsors to buy the benches as the one hubby was resting his rear end on was bought by the local strip club! LOL! Not sure if you can make it out in the picture but their logo is a little pair of legs doing a high kick.  Nice.

Little lady was thrilled that she managed to sucker us into buying her a blow up monkey at the festival. Meet Snowflake her pink monkey. :)

I couldn't help satisfy my curiosity about the complete difference  in my two children as babies. Little man just seems so big. Last night I put him in some jammies that were little lady's when she was a baby.  Little lady shown on the right was 9 weeks old and was basically swimming in the jammies.




Little man shown on the left at 7 weeks 2 days is practically busting out of them. It will be the last time he wears them as his poor little legs were just barely able to fit. I also went and dug out little lady's baby book so I could refresh my memory on her weight as she grew. I was shocked to find that little man at 7 weeks out weighs her 3 month weight by 2 lbs! It's no wonder my back is aching! What a little bruiser!