Day 12

On the morning of June 1st 2005, at about 6:45 am I was sitting in bed nursing my five week old little peanut, when my husband and I started hearing popping and wooshing sounds. At first we thought we had some sort of water leak...but then we heard a huge pop and we lost our power. Ian investigated and eventually went to the window in Mia's room, and yelled"Hun the hill's coming down behind us!" At first we had no idea the magnitude of what was going on...At 6:58 I frantically called my mom to tell her the hill was sliding and we were getting out ASAP. We began to hear sirens at 7am. I strapped the girls in their car seats and began to throw things into the car. In the matter of about 10 minutes I managed to pack almost all of our clothes, all necessary baby paraphernalia and all important photos, albums and mementos. While I was packing Ian ran up the street to help our neighbors whose homes were literally being crushed. And so began a very scary and chaotic morning. Amazingly no lives were lost, and nobody was seriously hurt. We were so lucky that our house was untouched, unfortunately many of our neighbors weren't so lucky. We were out of our home for a little over a month...since returning we have become familiar with all sorts of crazy things including every type of heavy machinery there is, a vibrating and creaking house from all the construction, midnight tractor drop-offs in front of our house, and Mia's first word besides mama & dada was tractor! Above is a picture of the Bluebird Canyon landslide at night...