Come On, Irene

Natalie had a pretty bad thunderstorm experience at Granny and Grandaddy's this summer. Apparently it was the loudest sound they'd all ever heard, then more loud noise (which Nat is sensitive to), then sirens as the Fire Dept headed to the major fire that lit up the ditch behind their house. Since then, she no longer sleeps through storms. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyways), she slept in our room for the duration of the hurricane. It was a cozy little pallet, according to sleeping beauty. Oh, and it should be noted, Sutton Paul slept the entire night through without a peep, all the way upstairs in his own big boy bed. My how times have changed since that little guy was a baby. Praise the Lord for sleeping babies, whether in your room or not!