a typical sunday...in oklahoma

So we started out this morning with Britton sleeping in until.....wait for it......8:00 a.m. No lie. It was amazing. But little did we know that sleeping in meant she didn't want to take a nap. And she was being downright cranky this morning, which we attributed to her change in schedule from sleeping in. But, hey, it's Sunday and we have nowhere to be, so we went with it. Until we noticed that she was hoarding her teething toys...



Check out the old school Fisher-Price Chatter Telephone - Target's carrying all the old favorites...





And, wouldn't you know, her top teeth are coming in! Not the top two in the middle, but the two on either side of the front-and-center teeth. I have no idea why this is, and I'm hoping this isn't a sign that her top middle teeth gave up hope.



But we didn't have too much time for celebrating. You know why? Because I needed a nap. So while I retreated to the bed with Sadie (she's such a heat-monger!) Britton decided to wake up early from her afternoon nap and punish the hub for making her gums hurt. So thirty minutes later he's losing his mind, and Britton's losing her cool, so the nap is no longer. We settle her down with a biter biscuit and a sippy cup to chew on, and turn on the television. And wouldn't you know, a tornado warning for Edmond. And Gary England telling us to get to a shelter, something about heavy hail damage, and all hell breaks lose.

Britton and I get in the car while the hub and Sadie decide to secure the house. We bolt off to the safest place ever during a tornado - Mercy Hospital. A very kind nurse is standing at the parking garage holding her badge to the scanner so everyone can park in the garage and not get hail dings. We run into the hospital and find a cozy hallway in which to ride out the storm.




The storm that turned out NOT to be a tornado, but merely a "severe thunderstorm" with tons of hail.



So, Britton and I meandered home, ate some dinner, and called it a day. Whew!