This is the story of Noah, the storm chaser....
Yesterday was a pretty typical Sunday for us. Church in the morning, family dinner, maybe a little nap and extra quality time spent as a family. Usually when we get home from church Noah is already asleep in the car, obviously exhausted. He will nap, and we usually take a little snooze ourselves! When we woke up from our nap it was obvious that there was a storm-a-brewin outside. The weather here has been pretty wet lately, so it came as no surprise. Andy loves to stand out under the porch during the rain...and yesterday the rain was especially bad. High winds, large puddling around our house and even a tornado warning! The tornado sirens started to sound, and I told Andy maybe he should take that as a sign, and come inside.
After a few minutes there came a knock at our front door. Our neighbor from across the street came by to let us know that our garage door was wide open. Whoops! Forgot to close it when we got home from church. I immediately walk into the kitchen, to the door that goes out into the garage....meanwhile Andy, thinking I am still standing behind him at the front door with Noah, walks outside and comes into the garage from the front of the house, leaving the door open. As he comes into the house through the garage I walk back into the living room. "Andy, where is Noah??" I ask, frantically. Realizing that the front door is still open I run outside (all during the pouring rain and tornado warning) to find our neighbor snatching up Noah just before he walks down the hill!!! I was obviously freaking out - but Noah thought it was funny-grinning and clapping the whole time. Needless to say Andy started calling him the storm chaser...and when I told my parents about the incident my dad replied, "Well, with the name Noah, it's no wonder he likes that kind of weather." ha. I guess so.
Life with a one year old is NEVER boring, I can tell you that much. There will be no storm chasing in Noah's future if I have anything to do with it!
