The House Fire

We had already decided to move further south. The house had been purchased, the packing had begun. We decided to go to dinner one night, and when we returned, our house was on fire. After a frantic 911 call, the fire trucks arrived (yes, I said trucks, as in 8 of them) and the kids were hysterical, we stood in the front yard as our possessions burned. 

The firefighters, God love them, saved our house, but I honestly think they made a bigger mess than the fire. They tore holes in the ceilings, they kicked in doors, and they tore the boys room apart, but they put out the fire and kept everyone safe thank goodness. 

Luckily for us, the fire hadn't been burning long, and they extinguished it quickly, but it had done a lot of damage. It started in my boys' room from a defective light bulb and the boys lost everything. One nightmarish experience with the insurance company and a crappy rental house later, we watched our new house go up, while our old house sat burnt, black and smelly.

Check out these horrific pics of the aftermath- I apologize in advance for the poor quality, these were obviously taken with my phone. 

The house is now being remodeled and the new house is almost done and we can't wait to move in. Onto bigger and better things (literally). 

-Nichole