tornadoes

I hate bad storms. Regular old thunderstorms are okay, but the kind where they tell you to get in the basement immediately? Not ideal. Even worse is that we live in an area where tornado watches and warnings aren't uncommon in the summer. Tonight was the worst we've experienced since we've lived here. We were under tornado warnings from 4:00 to 8:00. A tornado watch I can handle. A warning? As in, there are actual tornadoes on the ground and the tornado-producing storms are headed our way? I felt a little panic this afternoon. Luckily I had made dinner ahead of time today, so when Chris got home just in front of the first storm we took our food, some books, and a video for Celia and headed to the basement. I made the mistake of glancing at the tv before I went down, and saw some scary looking damage not far away. So of course that made me freak out a little. I was not doing a good job of hiding my stress from Celia, but once we got her set up with her dinner and a video she was happy as a clam. It was something novel to her, and I wouldn't be surprised if she asked to do it again tomorrow night :).

So, we spent a few hours, on and off, like this:

Husband watching doppler.

Pita watching videos.

The tornado warnings seem to be over and I got Celia to bed a half hour late. I'm hoping she's so tired that she'll sleep right through the thunderstorms. We have more storms passing. Hopefully they'll end soon and we'll keep our electricity on. I don't want to go to bed until the storms are over and I know we have nothing to worry about. Bah! Tornadoes are for the birds.