Then we heard another noise, more of a "whoomp." Brice said it sounded like a tree, so we got back up and started squinting into the darkness through every window in our house. Once I made it to the front window in the dining room, I saw it. A tree from across the street now lay across the road in front of our house. Across the street is a vacant area with several trees - I don't even know whose property that is. So what do you do? I've never heard/seen a tree fall before. Brice suggested we call 911. I immediately protested- 911 is for emergencies, you know, dying, burglar, the big stuff. But as we thought about it, it seemed the only logical thing to do at 4:00 in the morning!
So I made my first-ever call to 911! I was visualizing the recording device they always show when they replay a 911 call. What if I made it to television for stupid emergency calls? The woman who answered was super sweet. I told her the situation and she asked for my location. She said she'd send someone out right away and thanked me for calling. What? Really? Sure enough, within 3-5 minutes a fire truck pulled up to our house. By this time, I'm on the front porch trying to get a picture for the blog - my husband's brilliant idea. (i know B, you love him!) Three men headed over to the tree and one cranked up a chainsaw - I'm sure the neighbors loved that 4 am wake-up call. Brice checked on Cole who was awake but immediately passed out again after getting the scoop on what was happening.
By 4:15 it was all over. The road was clear and the firemen moved on. The whole event was kind of exciting. I had a hard time falling back asleep. It was too dark to get photos at that time, but I got one this morning before I left.