Hurricanes with Kids

Bertha is out there. I'm not following it--you don't have to when you live in South Florida. When a hurricane gets close, it's all the talk, all the time. You KNOW.
I lived here a few years ago when we were hit more than once; it was a summer and fall of hurricane panic. The year of Katrina. The next year, I was pregnant with Elle, and then in July, was in posession of little Elle, and I hoped, wished, and prayed that we could get through a season hurricane-free. And we did, and we have--no scary storms to speak of for the past two seasons.
For those of you new to the area, or living elsewhere, here's the drill. You find out the hurricane is coming. You find out where it might hit, and if you are in "the cone." You find out how strong the hurricane might be, and when it will arrive. Of all those factors, time is the only sure one. The where, the how bad...guesses. But those monsters are easy to spot, and don't move too quickly, so time is on your side.
So, you have to figure out WHAT TO DO. Do you stay, or go? Hunker down, or bail out? Leaving is a huge PITA...if you drive, you will be sitting in traffic with all the other bailers, for hours and hours, and maybe for nothing. Flying is the way to go for those who decide to bail early--if you have that luxury. I'd love to tell my boss at the hint of a hurricane heading our way, "gotta go, take the kids, head to mom's in Atlanta..." Yeah, right. Not an option.
In the past, pre-baby, I've always chosen to stay. Our house is located pretty far to the east, but luckily is at one of the highest points above sea level in Miami. We weathered the storms a few years ago quite nicely--loss of power but not for too long, fallen trees all over, but none through the roof, etc. But now with a two-year-old? Loss of power, and the potential of trees through the roof, is a different story altogether.
At this point, I'm going with the cross fingers, hope/wish/pray method that has served me well for the past two seasons.
Stay away, Bertha, stay away!