Man do I love a good storm. Seriously. Okay I have friends who have been evacuated from their homes in the States …so that’s a bit much. But bring on some non-hurricane rain and wind and I’m all over it.
I’m trying to figure out if Will is the same. He has a fascinating trait with storms though. When he was in utero, he hardly ever moved. I never had that, ‘come here, come here, the baby is kicking.’ Just like his soccer coach will attest, the boy is a bit lazy. But when there was a storm, that kid flipped and flopped like a flounder.
And now? Well it’s the same. Last night was incredible. Normally, he’s out cold by 8pm. At 8pm last night, I was out…(there might have been a ridiculously late hot tub party the night before). At 8:30, he comes padding down the hall. “Mom. My alligator is in your room. I’m not tired. Let’s have a tickle fight. I need a drink. Let’s read more books.” I was in no mood to humour him so after 45 minutes, I let him hop in with me.
The rest of the night sounds much like Heather’s. He was everywhere. At one point I woke up with two tiny little feet in my face. (Note to self – clip toenails tonight). Full 180 degree spin. I’m anticipating tonight will be much of the same. Hmm how tightly can you tuck someone into bed? (how I miss the crib days…)
I’ll let you know in the am.
What about you guys? Storm lovers? Oh and someone tell me what the hell the rain policy is on trick or treating? Can we just skip the costume, throw on a raincoat and say he’s a dude from Deadliest Catch??