This is just going to be a quick note about Halle and her first real thunderstorm experience. I was trying to not make a big deal out of the lightning or thunder so that she wouldn't be afraid of it. When she started rushing to my side, I couldn't help but acknowledge the loud crashes and turn it into something cute. I looked at Halle and I said, "Wow! Did you hear that? Thunder goes boom-boom-boooom."
She took to it quickly and kept playing, but would rush to my side everytime she heard thunder and would say "boo-boo-boo-boo!" with her hands raised in the air and biiig eyes.
If you see her soon, ask her to fly like a bird. Cutest. Thing. Ever.
I swear she absorbs so much everyday. She'll know how to disarm a nuclear bomb before her sweet sixteenth. So watch out for Halle, Iran!
Our dangerously cute but beautifully reckless toddler who may or may not resent this blog as a teenager. She lives and breathes for the park, but the moon and airplanes take her breath away.
A master of the guitar, air drums, and patience; keeping us alive with music and sillyness. You can find him making sound effects at the center of giggling crowds of kids.
A devout liberal with messy, hippy tendencies and affection for both the internet and astronomy. She loves to write and secretly wishes she were "girlier".
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