and then there is gypsy baby

... and my dear, dear, gypsy baby...

Yes, there has been a few scary moments when raising gypsy baby.

I had lunch with her yesterday and

remembered how much I love that child, how

she is still so much just my baby.

Two memories come to mind when thinking of the old

days of gypsy baby, I will share one today.

The first was when she was in elementary school.

It was a rare event, tornado in lower Lafourche parish.

HOBL and I had both been there at her school for 

an end of school play. The weather began to get bad

as we were leaving, dark clouds much wind.

I had to go back to work so I sent HOBL back in to

check out gypsy baby so I would not have to worry 

about her on the bus.

As I got back to work, a tornado was spotted in our neighborhood

and I was so worried. I had spoken to BB so I knew

he was home and I knew HOBL had gypsy so

I had some relief that they were okay.

Just as soon as the weather passed I rushed home

to check on my family, my neighborhood.

HOBL was animated in telling me how when he got 

home he saw a tornado heading into our back yard.

Baby boy, his typical old self was crying and saying

he had to throw up as HOBL put him in the car

as well as grabbing the neighbor Jessica off the bus

and putting her whole family in the car and driving away.

Okay, I know after the fact, it was probably dumb to put

them all in the car with a tornado coming but it's what he did.

As the stories were told, the neighbors all out assessing the damage

of our neighborhood, I realized my gypsy was no where around

all the other kiddies. I asked HOBL where she was

and then it hit  him....

He was not able to check her out of school because he did not

have the check out card that was necessary at the time

so they she had to stay at school.

What????? I freaked, where was my gypsy baby?

I was frantic, but thankfully it was just moment after I realized

that she was missing that Ms. Lucy came down the street

with down power lines to drop my precious cargo off.

I hugged her so tight, felt so guilty that she was not

with us during such a scary time.

She told her side of the story that when Ms. Lucy saw

the bad weather she unloaded the bus into the hall of

the school where they all sat safely and quietly "Like Indians"

as they waited for the weather to pass. She said,

"We sang songs, and my teacher was nice but I wanted you"

...She came home.....

Connecticut children did not...