Mother Nature, man. She's pretty bad ass, and always full of surprises. Last week started off much like any other, enjoying the beauty of Mother Nature's work (and an iced coffee):
Then things got a little more interesting:
That's right. An earthquake. In Virginia. At naptime.
The earthquake was big news for the rest of the day, but then we had bigger things to focus on the rest of the week:
Okie dokie! Should probably stock up on essentials:
A friend told me pop tarts were one of the top two items purchased before a hurricane, so I threw good nutrition to the wind and bought a box.
Ok, ok...for real though:
Luckily for us, the doomsday scenario that was forecast never happened, so we had more of what I call a "hurrication" at home while Irene took her sweet time passing through:
Brynn greatly enjoyed Haylie's mustache app.
We made a shanty town out of a blanket and the deck chairs we brought inside.
We pitched a tent in the play room in case the winds made it too scary to sleep upstairs. Irene is gone, but the tent remains.
The girls loved having Haylie spend Friday and Saturday night with us while Tim was off being a hero.
As you can see, we had power most of the weekend, with the exception of a total of about 3 hours (2 of which were while we were sleeping anyway). The only casualty we suffered was our Japanese maple in the backyard:
Thank you for sparing us, Mother Nature! This week's events were a bit unsettling, as I worried about keeping my babies safe. However, I experienced a defining moment as a mom while all this was going down. When I offered Brynn a pop tart, she replied, "What's a pop tart?"
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