Friday, June 6, 2008

Thunderstorms and Toddlers

Growing up in Nebraska, you become accustomed to rainstorms, thunder, lightning, hail, tornadoes, the whole shebang. Such weather is a normal part of spring here in the midwest, and hardly causes anyone to raise an eyebrow.

That is, unless it's the first major storm of spring.

If it's the first storm, everyone freaks. The news stations preempt season finales, people leave work early to "beat the storm" and the meteorologists emerge from hibernation, salivating at the thought of wall clouds and funnelling and hail the size of golf balls, oh my!

Or maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better.

I think I'm a pretty easy-going lady. I don't get too worked up about things, and I normally don't freak about the weather. So I'm not quite sure why I totally freaked out last night.

Maybe it's because I have 3 kids now, and the thought of getting them all down to the basement at the last minute before a tornado comes roaring by is daunting. I mean, which baby do you pick first? The one that was nicest that day, or the one that is the nicest overall?? (Don't worry, I'm kidding. Obviously I'd pick the cutest one).

Maybe it's that darn new fancy-schmancy radar graphic technology (is that the technical term?), that shows hundreds of swirly circles on the screen and angry lightning flashes and big arrows pointing right to the street that you live on.

Or maybe it's just that the first storm of spring is exciting, and a little scary, and it's easy to get caught up in the moment. That could explain why we woke the twins up, and headed to the basement before we'd even heard a peep from a tornado siren..

It was a preemptive move, but when the storm breezed on by and only left cheerio-sized hail in its wake, I felt kind of silly.

And I'm pretty sure I was the only one who was scared. Once we got the boys up, they couldn't stop giggling at how silly their mommy was. And when I told Ashley a storm was coming when we first heard a thunderclap, she looked at me nonchalantly and said "No Mommy, that's Ash-ee's tummy."

Apparently she was really hungry.

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