We had a crazy hail storm the other night. Taylor unfortunately had not come to bed until after midnight, Hyrum was up from about 1:30 to 2:15 ish. Right before 3 am we both woke up to pounding on the roof, so not much sleep.
The hail was pretty hard and about pea size at first and got bigger. I was worried about our garden, but it did great. Also worried about the crazy chicken who insists on sleeping in the tree, but she seemed fine as well though only one chicken laid yesterday so they must have all been somewhat traumatized.
Too bad we just put in an insurance claim on our roof for the crazy wind storm (see Shingle People) so now we'll probably have to pay another deductible for the back of the roof that wasn't damaged enough in the wind storm.
I wanted to wake up the kids to watch, but since James was already awake from the noise I just had him come out and watch with us. The hail was so loud. It covered the whole trampoline so it looked white and it was a pretty cool experience.
After we got back in bed Taylor and I had the following conversation:
Me: I hope James remembers this when he gets older.
Taylor: I should have put some pants on.
Me: How come?
Taylor: So he would have a better memory.
Hail at the boys' school parking lot about 4 hours after the storm.
