I spoke too soon!

Light spring rain it was not!!! Some very loud storms rolled through last night and resulted in none of us getting very much sleep. Of course, lately, sleep has been a little hard to come by around here. Timothy has recently taken to sleeping in the drawer under his bed. At 10 o'clock every night, he gets uncomfortable with the drawer divider in his belly, wakes up and can't figure out where he is, at which point he starts screaming. Since he's not fully awake, it can be difficult to get him out of the drawer!

Last night, at 10 o'clock on the dot, we heard a resounding thud that shook the house. Then we heard screaming. For a change of pace, he actually slept in his bed, but I guess he's out of practice because he fell out. At 11 o'clock, he was finally settled back in. At 12 o'clock, the storms began. We've tried really hard lately to get him to stay in bed during storms. It is Oklahoma, after all, and he's going to have to get used to them eventually. Last night, after the first clap of thunder, I heard a faint but escalating, "oh, no, Oh, No, OH, NO, OOH, NOO, OOOOOHHHHH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!". I gave in and went and got him. We spent a couple of hours snuggling on the couch. Timothy defines "snuggling" as "under the same blanket, sharing the same pillow, with one party thrashing wildly as if he or she were having a seizure". I'll give you one guess who was thrashing. And a hint: It wasn't me.