bsmiles and sunny days

We are headed to Nana and Papa's house today for a thrilling, exciting surprise that only a few souls know (me and kennedy). The Wild Ones packed yesterday for the trip with Susannah, our beloved daytime nanny. It's 7:36AM. Dressed, shoes tied, bedhead; we're just waiting for Mommy to quit playing and get moving. It's quite an ordeal to consider all the work that goes into a weekend trip with the crew after working all night and running on fumes... My points started over at 7AM and wowzers- I could really go for a McGriddle... We are all thrilled to see Uncle TT and Aunt Mel and baby Gavin, as the last time we saw them was Thanksgiving. And we are SUPER excited to see our cousins Chewy and Frank- the next generation of wild ones- generation K9. Leila is in a fantastic mood, the storms have passed and left us with a fantastic spring morning, and I've fueled up on my shredded wheat. Now if I can just make it to the shower, we can hit the road... AND WE'RE OFF!

My little team of meteorology experts have compounded in the closet where they are safe from tornadoes, lightning, hail, thunder... whatever the aggressor. They have emergered to see if I'm up and to hunt up some snacks. Apparently maraschino cherries banish fear. I should stock the pantry. Leila and Tre are napping, safe and sound in the cover of darkness in my bedroom like the sweet angels they are. I dread these kinds of storms because usually Kennedy breaks out in hives and at least one of them throws up because their nerves get wound so tight. There are volitile swings for the entirety of the storm- giggling and laughing at every boom of thunder as they duck under the covers, to pale faces and sheer panic as the severe weather station breaks through the airwaves to alert listeners. It's no wonder they sleep so hard when it's all over. It's 4:04pm. I am supposed to go to work at 7:00pm. The tornado watch expires at 10:00pm. We are in for an interesting evening with