Two Mondays ago, while I was home for the day with Little O, we had the oddest experience... A tornado, yes, a tornado...in January! It was so odd...I was just finishing some house cleaning and could hear Little O rustling around in her crib waking up from her nap. Suddenly I heard the tornado siren going off...tornado? I ran upstairs trying to seem calm and not rushed...got little O out of her crib, changed her pants, and then dragged she, Elmo, Curious George, her blankie, and the dog to the basement. What a production...it took so long to get all the "necessary" things we needed that I was sure the house would be blown away before we ever got to the basement!
Fortunately for us, the tornado did not come near our home. We were safely tucked into our 100-year old basement for a good hour. Little O was in heaven...she had never been to the basement and thought it was the best treat ever to get to explore down there. I was not as excited...after folding the load of towels in the dryer, there was not a whole lot to keep me occupied. However, little O's antics did keep things interesting...she discovered the mop and proceeded to "hep mama" by mopping the basement (concrete) floor; she found her baby toys and rediscovered those; decided to try out her baby bath tub by climbing in with Elmo.
All in all it was a nice distraction, if not a little odd. It always helps to see things through the eyes of a two-year old. I won't hang out in our old basement anytime soon, but I do appreciate the opportunity to just hang out for an hour and do nothing!
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