Stormy Weather

We don't get many thunderstorms, but when we do they always have bad timing - bedtime, of course. Well, last night Ashley is upstairs getting tag-teamed by the little boogers (I am the cripple with the broken ankle, tortured for 8 long weeks with a cast ~ stuck downstairs for another 3 weeks at least) and right when he says "night night" all craziness breaks out in the skies above. Lightening crackling, and thunder booming! Both boys got a little freaked; Holden didn't cry but Branson screamed and cried for the both of them. Part of the screaming and crying was the fact that he had to go to bed too, I'm sure. Well, finally Ashley comes downstairs a lot later and tells me that both little guys are tucked snugly together in the guest room bed spooning with each other. How sweet. It's nice to have a twin to comfort you when you get scared.