Rene was on the phone cancelling band practise because a thunder storm with heavy rain just hit us last night. he had just finished telling them "I'm confident it won't turn into a tornado, the sky is just the wrong color for that", as though he's an expert. He hung up the phone and we sat there watching the storm out the window. A minute later the tornado sirens went off! So much for Rene's confidence.
So we spend from about 7.30 til 9pm in the basement while the sirens went off. They stopped a couple of times and we rushed up to use the bathroom, but then they started up again so we stayed down. At one point, the radio said the most dangerous part of the storm had been spotted 14 miles south west of us, heading north east at thirty something miles per hour, and it has a history of producing violent tornados. They said "this is a very dangerous and life threatening situation". It was kind of scary. So we headed under the stairs at that point. But then we heard them report that it passed, so we got out and stayed in the less spiderwebby part of the basement.
We don't seem to have had any damage around here, other than our recycling stuff blowing all over the neighbours yard. All else seems ok.
Zoe did poop in her diaper while we were in the basement and we didn't want to head upstairs for another just incase. So we made a make shift diaper out of curtains and clothing we found downstairs. Quite creative if I may say so myself.
Anyway, thanks God for keeping us safe through the storm and keeping the tornados away!