On Tuesday Will was 8 weeks old. He is a champ baby. We are loving on him lots. Most people think he's more like 4 or 5 months old. Then I inform them he is in fact only 8 weeks and they are amazed. What can I say? I have big boys. Love that chunker.
Tuesday night I checked on all three boys before slipping into my own cool, comfy sheets and everyone was peacefully sleeping. Just a couple hours later we were awoken to the most terrifying wind I have EVER heard. I was certain our house was going to blow away and I am not exaggerating one bit.
Matthew and I don't normally get scared during storms. In fact, we really like storms. This was different.
Immediately I jumped up and said, "this is not good, this is not good" about a million times. We tried to wake up enough to figure out what to do next. After I regained composure, I went in and scooped up Will from his room, Matthew got Grey and Tuck up, and we used our cell phones for light to make our way to our closet under the stairs.
I ended up calling my dad and having him check the weather (they are in Greenville) for us to confirm we were not in a tornado. I was confident it was and we were in the center of the storm. It was THAT bad. The lightening lit up our house like the middle of the day. It was constant. I can't even describe it.
In the meantime, Tucker pooped his pants and wouldn't quit asking for oatmeal, Grey was singing songs with me in the closet while I fed Will, and Matthew was trying to look out of the window every now and then to assess our situation. He couldn't see a thing. It was insane.
Grey and I continued to have a discussion about storms and how God sends the lightening, thunder, wind and He is always in control. To this he replied, "well God sure is sending us a whoooole lotta lightening mommy! And He knows what He's doing right?!" He never shed a tear. I'm pretty sure the flashlight combined with "hiding" in the closet helped the situation. Although yesterday he asked me 11 billion times if there was going to be another storm :)
Wednesday morning we still had no power and Tucker never went back to sleep. I think the 1 a.m. wake up call was morning for that little fella. And at about 6:30 he finally got his oatmeal. Not because we had power to turn on the stove or microwave to make the oatmeal but because I have a very resourceful husband. He even brewed me fresh coffee which was much needed after a night like that. He boiled some water on our grill and we had a french press which I think instantly turned my teeth brown.
This is how Tucker spent most of his day after missing most of his night time sleep the night before.
We finally got power back last night after our jaunt to Chick-fil-a. Sweet relief. The power pole {I have no idea what to call that thing} split in half and trees had fallen on all the power lines. It's amazing how much we depend on electricity and I am all the more grateful today for it!
I love spring and I love watching our yard in bloom. This was a shot I took before the storm. Unfortunately things aren't standing quite as tall today.
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