Tropical Storm Irene Part I

(I have a lot of pictures from the aftermath which will be spread throughout these posts in no particular order.)

Late last week was spent preparing us and our household for a hurricane. I had a feeling it wasn't going to be as bad as they were predicting. When we lived in South Carolina, there were hurricane threats quite frequently. They never turned out as bad as they predict. This time there was a huge storm coming right for Connecticut. Something that doesn't happen very often, that's for sure.

Saturday night came and Adam and I were as prepared as we could be. We wanted to stay up and watch the storm hit us, but we did end up getting tired and went to bed. I kept waking up though and checking out the window. Nothing really seemed to be happening, except a lot of rain. Little did I know that there was a lot happening that I could not see.

When we woke up the next day, the rain was still coming down by the bucket loads. There was starting to be some good wind gusts thought because I heard a tree fall down in the parking lot in front of my apartment building. Our backyard was beginning to flood even though we're up on a hill. All day we waited around, watching the rain and the wind, expecting the power to go out and texting or calling friends and family to check in. Everyone seemed to be okay, some power outages but nothing major. Adam kept going for walks with the dog to check out the neighborhood. There was definitely a lot of water and some trees down but it appeared as though we were going to make it through unscathed. By the afternoon the storm had passed, the clouds were disappearing and the sun was even coming out a little.

Miranda had been begging to go out and play in the puddles all day and we made her wait, for her safety of course. Now that we appeared to be in the clear, we saw no problem with granting her wish however. I asked her to go upstairs and put on her bathing suit. She did and when making her shoe selection, this is what I found:

 

I couldn't help but laugh. Who doesn't think of their rain boots when wanting to go play in puddles. The only problem was that these puddles were up to her knees and the boots weren't going to do her much good.

Here is a picture of her and our neighbor's son. I'm not sure how she feels about him being on my blog so I hid his face. 

To be continued...