Wicked weather

The boys and I just returned from an emergency trip to the basement for the second time this week. The tornado sirens went off about thirty minutes ago - right after Sage finally fell asleep. This is our second year in the city and I had never heard the sirens until this week. The boys don't mind though because then they get to play with all the annoying toys that have been banished to the basement playroom. And, they love to play with the flashlight. I don't mind either because I had time to do a little organizing of the storage room. Only challenge - carrying Rosco's big body down the steps. For whatever reason, she won't go down our basement steps. Thankfully though, we're all safe and Rosco goes back up the steps by herself.