Yesterday was a first for me. The tornado siren blew and down to the basement we went. We had to wake Lily up and she did great. I was the one who was a nervous wreck. John, in the kindest voice he could muster said “now remember, don’t squeeze the baby too tight.” ::eyeroll:: Yeah, that’s going to calm me down. All I could think of was this Dateline or 20/20 (they’re all the same) piece I saw years ago, when I had no fricken clue I’d ever actually live somewhere tornadoes were possible, where this poor woman huddled in her closet with her newborn when a twister ripped through their town. They found the baby the next day…I’ll just stop there.

Right now we are in the middle of another crazy storm that is supposed to last all night (side note: sky lights are really cool, except when it’s raining cats and dogs then they get a little loud) and we just got back from my 2nd trip to the basement. Lily did fine again and I was a little more calm. I was chatting with our friend Ryan who moved down to Texas from WI earlier today and he said “ignore the sirens, when you hear a train coming then you run.” I never, ever want to hear that freakin train.