It’s that time of year again, and this time around we’re looking down the barrel of one of the largest wildfires I’ve ever seen. (Except for that one time I helped evacuate an entire county in Florida and was trapped between three walls of flames and nearly had a helicopter drop fire retardant on my mobile unit…but that’s another story)

Right now the fire is a good 13-15 miles from us and moving in a north east (ish) direction. That’s good, so long as it goes north EAST not north WEST.

North WEST makes Mommy cry and pack things.

(map by Aaron Vest. Yes, he’s a dork)

The smoke is horrible though, and poor Princess Peanut still has walking pneumonia. Count Waffle’s asthma, thank goodness, seems to be gone (he out grew it, as doctors predicted) but we’re still keeping an eye on him.

Everyone is staying in doors, so we all are getting on each other’s nerves and bored out of our minds.

But again, we consider ourselves lucky. Hugs and love to those who have lost loved ones and their homes.