My First Hurricane

About two weeks ago, I went through my first hurricane. I wanted to be prepared, so I got together all of my supplies - bottled water, canned food, flashlights and a radio...

After all of that preparation, I slept through the whole thing. Mommy stayed in my room with me, but she didn't sleep much. When I woke up the next morning, this is what our back yard looked like, and we didn't have electricity.

We hung around the house a little while, hoping the air conditioner would come back on...but it didn't. Mommy and Daddy gave me some ice water to keep cool. I drank some of it and wore the rest.

After a couple of days, we gave up on our electricity and went to hang out with people who did have electricity. One night, we stayed with my cousins, Macy, Jack and Davis. Davis even let me sleep in his bed! When we went back home, we still didn't have electricity, so we went to stay with Grandma and Grandpa Bush for a whole week. Here I am taking a bath in Grandma's kitchen sink!

Twelve days later, our electricity came back on. The day after that, the air conditioner broke.

Ike

Daddy is my hero. The morning after the hurricane, he was in our front yard and he saw a little squirrel laying in a puddle of water trapped under a large branch. He was soaking wet and exhausted. Daddy found a stick and helped the squirrel into a bottle brush tree in our front yard where he could rest and get strong again.

Mommy looked out into the tree and saw that the squirrel was hanging by his two front legs, and he was too weak to pull himself up into the tree. She got a small box and made a bed for him to sleep in until he felt better. We named him Ike.

Ike slept for two whole days. Mommy gave him some birdseed, but he didn't want to eat. He didn't move for a really long time. After two days, he started to sit up and look at us. On the third day, he crawled out of the box and went out into our yard to play with the other squirrels. Thanks to Daddy, he got better!

I'M STARVING!

When Mommy started giving me solid foods last month, I wasn't a big fan. I would try just about anything, but didn't want more than a couple of bites. The nurse at my doctor's office suggested that she just offer me a little bit of food twice a day. No one ever told her when (or how) to increase the amount.

When I started at my new school this week, I noticed that the other kids had a lot more food than I did. I asked my new teachers about this, and they politely informed Mommy that she might want to send a little extra food -- just in case I was hungry for more.

Mommy, always the skeptic, called the nurse. The nurse told Mommy that I should be eating three meals a day (not two), and quite a bit more than I have been eating. I don't want to alarm anyone, but the nurse said I should probably be eating 2-3 times as much as I was. Don't worry, I was making up for it with my milk intake.

Now, I don't want to let Mommy off the hook too easy, because I have been trying to tell her for weeks now that I am REALLY HUNGRY, but it seems like someone should have brought this to her attention before now. This is her first time, you know.

She made up for it tonight - I had a delicious feast of Turkey Vegetable Dinner, with pears for dessert. I am not exaggerating when I say it was the best meal I have ever had (no offense Mommy).