Well, we survived Irene.
We evacuated on Friday morning because, well, when you grow up next to a lake, just the idea of a hurricane is pretty scary. A girl from R's class grew up in Northern VA and she invited anyone to come up and take refuge there, so we did. Her parents cooked for us, we watched movies, and slept in, and we even went shopping at Ikea. Saturday night, the night that it was supposed to be the worst, we slept right through what sounded like a windy rainstorm. It set the bar pretty high for any future evacuations.
We were a little nervous to come back home, not knowing what we would find when we got here. We hurricane proofed the house as best as two Midwest kids could, but somehow taking all my jewelry but leaving all the windows un-boarded didn't seem like a fool proof plan. I kept wondering what we would do if a tree had fallen on it or if it was flooded two feet. But luckily, I didn't have to worry, because we got back to our house with no damage, no flooding, no power out. We even forgot to turn the air conditioner off, so it was nice and cool.
I'd say between Ikea and a house in perfect condition, we did alright for our first hurricane. R even said today, "I wish we could go back on vacation for a few more days." I had to remind him that we were not, in fact, on a vacation. We are very thankful that it happened the way it did!