Ah . . . Life in the Midwest

Tonight, I had the distinct pleasure of serving Trader Joe's corn dogs, crinkle cut potatoes, and apple slices to two little people seated on the floor of our basement. Why the impromptu picnic, you ask? Because of the wailing tornado sirens and the violent thunderstorms passing through our area. I thought it best to head to the lower level when the weatherman on TV said, "Take shelter IMMEDIATELY if you hear tornado sirens." I also thought it best to evacuate to a quiet area in order to avoid a further meltdown by Miss who was growing increasingly nervous because of the melding sounds of thunder and siren.

As it turns out, our home was not leveled and we did not end up in the land of Oz. It also turns out that Mommy becomes rather cranky when she has to schlep dinner down the stairs, and then try to keep the littles seated and eating while simultaneously comforting a crying baby and keeping one ear attuned to the weather report on the radio. Mr., as you may have gathered, was working one of his night shifts this evening.

All part of the never ending weather adventure that is Minnesota. On the bright side, leaves are starting to change, and a beautiful Fall is on it's way. Let's just hope it gets here soon. I am so very *over* thunderstorm season. Can you tell?