And the wind started blowing.
And things in our neighborhood started cracking and crashing.
This branch broke and swung real close to the house, but stopped short of hitting it. I just started wondering if along side of all this other stuff, we would now have to find somewhere else to live while we repaired our home.
Thankfully, it didn't come to that. At about 10:30 the temps warmed up and it started to rain, relieving some of the ice. It turned back into ice and woke the boys up around 3am.
Steve went into their room to find Turner hiding under his pillow and Quinn hunkered down in the corner of his bottom of the bunk bed.
So we went to plan B.
Apparently, plan B is pull the mattresses off the bunk beds and out of the room into the adjacent play room. That did the trick. The boys went back to sleep and woke up like happy little clams this morning.
Steve is currently outside trying to break up some of the ice on the side walks. Still not sure what to do about the limbs. We have a call in to a tree guy (as does half of Dayton.) They should get to us sometime this month.
I guess this just goes to show, when it rains, it pours! (I promised you pics, right? So here you go!)