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Storms...
          Well, it's storming. Like the kind of storms that you keep your shoes and bra on "just in case." God forbid, if something was to happen, you don't want to be "that lady" on the news without her bra on. I know, I know you are all thinking if you'd lost your house you wouldn't care but at some point you would see that news clip of yourself and wonder why you didn't put a bra on. ;) And much like my mom I've taken the storm craze a little farther and have a "tornado bag" for Bricen. I had unpacked it around the holidays but I had to just repack it. In January. I repacked our tornado bag in January people. Sheesh. In my defense, his formula is not something we'd be able to run to Wal Mart or CVS to get more. So, my plan is to say a prayer that we all stay safe and blog away. Candles are already lit in case the electricity goes out, Bricens feeding pump and suction machine are charging and my bra is on. And even though they have not asked me to, I've designated myself my family's personal weather alert girl since the storms are during the night (currently 1:35 am) and they are all asleep right now and I'm up feeding my pumkin.
          I did get a text from my sister saying she was setting her alarm for 3am "to check the weather." We are a hot mess. We do get it honest. I use to consider myself a little less crazy than my mom and sister but since having Bricen I think I might be closer to taking a ride on the crazy train. If you could picture a crazy train I think I'm on it with one leg and one arm hanging off, wind in my face, cheek flapping in the wind like a dog with it's head stuck out the window going down the road. :0) Quick funny about my mom. We knew she'd been watching the news and weather when she started using words such as "squall line". Love her, miss her crazy butt.