This morning we woke up to an earthquake – 5.4 on the Richter scale. More accurately, I woke up. Josh is a heavy sleeper, and would probably sleep through a tornado sucking our house into the vortex and planting us down in the Land of Oz on top the Wicked Witch of the East. Or West. Or wherever she was from. Josh woke up to me loudly asking cheerful first-thing-in-the-morning questions such as, “Josh do you realize we’re having an earthquake??? Who ever heard of an earthquake in Indiana???”
Hannah slept right through it, but Jack woke up crying. None of us felt the second earthquake later today, at least none of us said anything. Maybe Jack felt it, but he doesn’t know how to say “Earthquake!” yet. That’s ok, “Mama” still sounds pretty sweet to me.