Everything is bigger in Texas. Especially when it storms.

A few nights ago, Jared and I woke up around 2:30am to a pounding sound. A thunderstorm was moving through, and with it, about 5-10 minutes of intense, bigger sized hail. The noise was deafening. It sounded like there were people outside shooting rocks at our windows.

I immediately went to check on Evelyn to see if the noise had bothered her. She was out. I then went to check on our dogs, since the majority of the noise was coming from the hail hitting the windows right above their crates where they sleep at night. They, too, were just fine. Even Jared was pretty blah about the whole thing.

Guess I was the only one excited about a hail storm at 2:30 in the morning. :-p

I went to the front door and peaked out, and this is what I saw:

(Sorry about the poor quality, but my phone camera doesn’t do that well in anything darker than the light of the sun.)

After the worst of the storm passed us by and I could tell the hail had stopped, I went out to see the size of the “Texas Snow”.

There were some pieces here and there that were a little larger, and it was still raining pretty heavily at the time which was melting away much of the hail, but it was still a decent size!

And some of it still lingered in the morning as I was taking all three dogs out to do their business in the back yard. They looked at me as if I were crazy to force their little precious feet on the icy patio and grass in the backyard. Poor babies.

(See Mom? I knew there was a reason we hadn’t gotten around to planting anything yet in the garden. A sixth sense was telling us to hold off!)

Fun times for us and our Texas Snow storm.

So yay and all that jazz, but answer me this. How is it that my 8 1/2 month old could sleep through the racket of a hail storm, but if I step on the wrong part of the carpet and get a creaky floorboard, she zeroes in on me and all bets for a nap time are off????