I switched the fan over to the other room (the one where all the tragedy and most of the action happened) and decided to scope out the damage to the boxes and all our belongings in there. The miraculous blessing in all of this? There was only ONE box that got damaged, and most of the damage was to the box, not too much inside. The books can be dried out and are still usable!
The rest of the blessings that happened? Things could have been so much worse! Our family is still in tact, our belongings are safe, and the kids have a very memorable experience of dancing in the rain and then on the blankets downstairs with daddy! I'd say we have it pretty darn good, right about now!