the big let down

We are now a family of five. Add the boys and the total is up to nine. Wow, our own strange little brady bunch-esque family.

Oh yeah, and the snake can count as a member too because I don't know how long he was bunking in our basement. Since I can't talk specifics about the boys, I will simply refer to them as boy1 and boy2 for the recount of last night's alabama adventure.

background info: Brought EJ home from the hospital on Tuesday night. This is the first time since the fire that I have been utterly off duty. Carlton is still not back to work, but our home continues to run with staff and boys. This means me in the apartment able to hear pretty much everything that is said or done in the main part of the house.

Just putting N and A to bed at the end of a super exhausting day. Mom went home in the morning and I was still absolutely hit up from the c-section and engorgement combo. Add three little ones to the mix and I was a sight to see to say the least.

So, I'm in their room and it's ten-ish and I hear voices outside of our apartment. I'm thinking "why on earth are the boys still up this late?" I move to the door to listen and hear a discussion ensuing about a snake in the basement. Then the staff that was working tells one of the boys "I don't know about that, let me go talk to Ms. Kelly" (footsteps, three knowcks on my door)

I do a silent sprint into N and A's room and jump into their bed, because #1 I am not working and #2 did someone say SNAKE IN THE BASEMENT???!!!

Waited till tonight to find out the scoop. boy1 and boy2 are in the basement and boy1 drops a battery on the floor and it rolls under the couch. boy2 says "hey, I'm gonna lift this couch up and you tell me what's under it." (Noah really likes to show how big, strong, brave, etc. he is. I have learned that this is something most boys of any age enjoy.)

So he lifts the couch-with one hand, I presume, and tells boy2 to look under there "what do you see?"

boy2: a snake

boy1: (drops the couch and RUNS upstairs)

boy2 goes up after him "to get my shoes so he doesn't bite my toe." and proceeds to ask the staff if he can "fittin to kill that snake." Man I'm glad that brave kid and I share a roof!

Someone in my house is talking about KILLING A SNAKE IN MY BASEMENT. Freaky.

He did not kill the snake, but he snake wrangled it and took it outside to be free. That's great until I think that he had a nice little snake home goin on down there and he will probably invite all his snake friends to have a snake partay in here this summer when it is 1,000 degrees outside. I've gotta get some Lime ASAP!

Oh and the title is a reference to the let down reflex. I am perplexed as to why it lets down at the strangest times. Let down is a sweet term meaning that my boobs start to pour milk like rain all over everywhere, with no rhyme or reason and only when there is no possible way for me to reach a new pad or extra burp cloth, shirt, etc. It's Murphy's law, I guess. Sort of like how the one time the clean diaper slips on the floor is the first time EJ tries to poop and pee on me simultaneously during the diaper change. Let the games begin...