Weather

Graham suddenly has storm phobia...and since wherever Graham goes, Blake goes, I have two 2-year-old bedfellows tonight. Sophie was fearful and joined us for a little while, but it was too much for her and she asked to go back to her own bed. That child's smart beyond her years, I tell you. More tomorrow, since I'm laying here in semi-darkness with Graham practically burrowed into my ribcage and listening to Blake talk non-stop while I peck this out on my iTouch's tiny screen. Wish us luck. (Won't Brent be surprised by this sight when he gets home from work??) Oh mercy, I spoke too soon--Sophie decided it was safer with me & brothers...now the entire trio is in here...