Yeah, I know...

...this story should embarrass me, but instead it makes me laugh. You see, I've always been a big fan of storms. Having spent a few years in the tornado basins of Illinois and Indiana, the news of funnel clouds and touchdowns is not terribly upsetting to me (though, perhaps it should be!). SO, last night when we were under a tornado warning, I should have been able to continue my evening routine, but I just couldn't. You see, two things prevent me from fully relaxing during a storm these days. The first is being surrounded by huge, wobbly pine trees. You get the picture, right? The second is now being a paranoid mother. The combination of those two is extraordinary. Elyse was taking her evening nap yesterday when the weather got a bit crazy. I checked the news, only to see that we were under a tornado warning. Yes, I woke my daughter up. Yes, as these pictures indicate, I took her into the innermost room of our place, the bathroom. Yes, she still had to eat. Yes, I fed her in her bumbo on the bathroom floor. Yes, she sneezed carrots and giggled. Yes, I took pictures. End of story... except for the fact that my neighbor did have a tree branch fall through their roof!

"Mom, why am I in the bathroom?"

"I don't get it!?"

"Ha! Clean that up!"