I'm not seeing any official weather alerts about it, but the meteorologists all seem pretty excited about it and the university sent out a weather alert.
Yesterday I asked the kids to clean up the basement so that we could hunker down if we needed to (and also, and perhaps mostly, because I also wanted the basement to get cleaned up) and they've been in storm-prep mode ever since.
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This morning Phoebe got up earlier than I wanted to be awake (in my defense I was up late working on a conference proposal), so I helped her with a few things and then told her I was going to go back to bed for a little while.
"That's okay!" she said. "I've got Alexei! Hey, Alexei—wanna talk about hurtanoes some more?"
They've been talking about "hurtanoes" all day—some wild mashup (portmanteau) of "hurricane" and "volcano" and "tornado," I think. Alexander knows the difference between those things. Phoebe has no idea what she's talking about.
Between those two, though, it seems we'll be in pretty good shape down in the basement. They've set out flashlights and pillows and blankets and little pop-up tents for sleepover fun. The storage room already has food and water. And there's plenty of entertainment down there as well (books and games and LEGO and things).
They've made it look like so much fun that they want to sleep down there tonight, even though the storm won't blow in until Saturday!
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