Thunder and Lightning.

Last night we finally got a good nights sleep. That was not quite the case for the Friday night/Saturday morning shift. First, Ryan normally wakes up around midnight, so that was the first incident. But anyone in the area might have heard the 5 AM thunderstorm, which was actually pretty dramatic.

Ryan must have woke up at the first, and tiniest rumble and came running into our room (in the pitch dark) shrieking like his left arm just fell off. It took a few minutes for us to calm him down, right about when Holly woke up and started crying also. So I went in a got her. When we were in bed (thank goodness for our king-sized bed, best purchase we have ever made) we tried to make it into a fun game. As much as anything at 5 AM can be a fun game. Seeing the flash and then trying to get them to count to anticipate and expect the ensuing rumble. It did seem to help, they smiled a few times. The problem was mainly during the pinnacle of the storm when the flashes of light and the thunder were nearly simultaneous. They were a little freaked out by that. But after the storm abated I was able to get them back in their respective sleeping locations and we all grabbed a couple more hours of sleep.

Strangely enough they slept long enough for Michelle to miss her morning Jazzercise class. The kids have been our alarm clock for so long, that when they got up and took off their Goodnight Diapers, changed into undies, and played a game quietly in the girls' room, it really messed us up.