Greeting from the icy tundra ... sort of. We had some terrible storms last night. Thankfully not as bad as many places, but I can tell you I was really, really happy those big ol' Bradford Pears weren't in our front yard. I'm confident one would have been on our house with some of the strong winds we've been having. We did have a new experience last night - two hail storms! One came through while the kids were still awake, with the second not too long after around bedtime. We made it a big adventure for Samantha, and she weathered the storm (dum, dum, cha!) like a pro.
Watching the storm roll in with Daddy. Umm, no, our window is not wide open. I mean, it's not like we were under a tornado watch or anything.
The storm watcher crew.
Daddy braved the elements to get Samantha her very own piece of hail. He only got pinged on the head a couple of times. We sacrifice for our kids!
"It's cold!" declared Samantha. (This particular piece was slightly bigger than a marble. Believe it or not, we were lucky. Many people in Knoxville were subjected to golf ball size hail. Yikes!)
After the first wave stopped, Daddy went to the front porch and picked up a whole glass of hail for Samantha to see. She insisted that it stay by her bed while she slept.
Another picture to put us in the running for parents of the year. Poor Andrew fell asleep in his high chair during all of the hullaballoo. We set him there while his bottle warmed up. I think he was little bit more tired than we realized. Once we put him down, he slept through one more round of hail and several bouts of heavy rain. The noise was registering on his monitor, but he didn't move!
Samantha was so excited this morning to see that her cup o' hail had turned into water. Her exact words: "It's magical!" The fact that our 3 year old diva wasn't bothered by those crazy storms was magical indeed!!
