Holding Court

Last night was crazy!  By crazy I mean epic storm, sounded like a freight train was going through our back yard!  The storm was amazing and if I had not had little children to care for I probably would have opened the blinds and watched the storm from the family room.  There was a fantastic lightning display, tons of rain, a little hail and high winds.  The funny thing was we were never issued a watch or warning for severe thunderstorms.  These storms were most definitely severe.  I could have sworn that one of our windows was going to be blown out.  The glass looked like saran wrap, the wind was so strong the glass in the windows was moving.  The storms hit about 4 a.m. and due to the freight train we heard in the backyard thought we should check on the boys.  Of course our youngest was sound asleep and oblivious to what was going on and the oldest asked if there was going to be a tornado.  He is so eager to experience his first tornado - if I haven't said it before I'll say it now, this child amazes me.  We told him to go back to sleep and if he had trouble sleeping he should come down to our room and he could sleep on our couch.  Needless to say we had an extra child in our room this morning.

We woke up this morning to find all our patio furniture and planters strewn across our lawn (so wish I had thought to take a picture).  And the garden we had been attempting to start from seed (an experiment in expanding the oldest's diet) was scattered across the patio.  This last little problem was entirely my fault I had forgotten that I put the pods outside and hope they survive their torturous night.  As we were surveying the area we saw this:

So glad our brand new playset escaped this fate.  Pretty sure if we had, the boys would be able to add a few choice words to their vocabulary.

After retrieving all of our lawn furniture we got ready for church.  After our church service was over, as we were leaving the chapel some friends of ours stopped to talk and our oldest began a detailed description of what we woke up to this morning, including the fate of our neighbors playset.  He held court with five adults who were so engaged in the story I thought we would never be able to leave.  They kept asking questions and he just kept answering them.  When we finally said our good-byes he proceeded out of the chapel talking the entire time to no one in particular and anyone who would listen.  He had several adults very amused.  This is my precocious child:

He is sometimes too smart for his own good and has little to no fear (he's been that way since the day he was born).  He is the most curious child (should have named him George).  He says the funniest things and makes some of the most amazing observations and apparently is a fantastic story teller.  Maybe he'll be a writer when he grows up.