I have a couple things on my must-get-done list this week, including potty training Birch and teaching Aspen and Oakley to tie shoes (they've only owned velcro/slip-on ones until recently). On Sunday it hit me that Birch is starting preschool in 3 weeks and still hasn't figured out how to use a toilet, though we've attempted and gotten close before. This, however, was not on the agenda:
This morning I was outside in the backyard spraying cobwebs. When I crossed to the other side of the yard I thought the hose was kinked so I gently yanked it. To my shock I saw the hose jerk away from the irrigation water box and a geyser shoot into the air. After a second or two of just standing there like a statue I called Eric for help. I found out later that the (cheap) pipe leading from the water pipe to the hose had snapped in half. Eric told me there was a black valve in the box I needed to turn off. After yelling to the kids to come see what was going on in the backyard I threw on my rain jacket and ran over to the source of Old Faithful and tried to look for a black valve, but without any luck. I could see a red one, but after fishing my hand around and feeling no other valve I gave up. Our neighbors Liz and Steve saw what was going on and came over to help. After 15 or 20 minutes of Steve debating the best course of action I asked him to explain to me how the irrigation valves worked as Liz was grabbing him a tool at their house. He started talking about hoses and pipes and then stopped. "Well, actually....hmm...." he muttered, then after a moment grabbed the red valve in the box and turned it, shutting off the water and therefore the geyser I had created. I stared in disbelief. "Well I could have done that," I joked. When Eric called me later I informed him the valve was actually red, not black!