Which law of the universe states that batteries on smoke detectors must fail in the wee small hours of the morning? At 4:40 AM last Sunday morning, I was awoken by the intermittent beeping of the smoke detector, signaling that the battery was low. This same thing happened to me in my old apartment: middle of the night smoke detector failure. As if they think that if they were to tell me a new battery was needed in the middle of the day, the appropriate amount of urgency would not be conveyed, so they have to get my attention in the middle of the night.
Does anyone remember that episode of Friends where Phoebe's smoke detector beeps at her, so she takes it down and takes the battery out, and it still beeps, unpowered? Creepy. Bret informed me that there's some sort of small internal battery that will keep it beeping for a couple minutes even when the battery is removed. Even though there's a logical answer, it's still creepy.
I thought about waking Bret to take care of the beeping smoke detector last Sunday (because me, groggy tired, pregnant and standing on a stool in the hallway struggling to get the smoke detector unhooked is just a recipe for disaster) but he was sound asleep and it seemed mean to wake him. Also, I feel like there might be much more pressing reasons for waking him once the baby is here ("um, babe? I have to feed the baby but he blew out his diaper all over his crib...can you take care of that while I feed him?") so I don't want to start tapping into Bret's pre-dawn good will reserves quite yet.
Instead, I turned on the other fan in the bedroom, put a pillow over my head, and concentrated on ignoring the beep. Good thing there wasn't actually a fire or I might've slept through it!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Too cute to not post!
Last Thursday & Friday Bret and I headed up to Friday Harbor to celebrate his youngest sister Sara's graduation. Here are a couple pictures that are just too cute to not post: 
This is Sara and my mother-in-law, Mary (soon to be "Meemo", which is what Bret & his siblings all called their Grandmother when they were growing up). This picture is so adorable I can hardly stand it! Seriously, how cute are these two?? And, talking about what we called our Grandmothers got me thinking that maybe I'll have our kid(s) call my mom "Myrtle". What do you think of that, mom? Judging from how annoyed you'd get when I was in high school and would call you Mary instead of Mom, I'm guessing you're protesting aloud at your computer as you read this. But if a cute little toddler calls you Myrtle, can you really object? Mwah-ha-ha-ha!
Below is a picture of Sara & her boyfriend Jared (also an adorable picture!)
I will admit that I completely did the older sister thing and told Sara that I thought Jared was a keeper.
One of the interesting side effects I've noticed about being married is feeling older-sister-y toward three additional people who I've only known for 4 years, and who are grown adults! It's like it just automatically happened, which seems so odd when previously the requirement for being an older sister was actual shared blood and performing the role for the younger siblings' life span to date. And actually, when I describe it like that, maybe it's been presumptious of me to add three more notches to my older sister belt. I can't help it though - Bret's their older brother so my perspective is an extension of his.
The last afternoon we were up in Friday Harbor we sat outside on the deck and enjoyed the sun, breeze, and conversation. And then I got home and noticed I was sort of pink. And then a bit later I noticed I was really getting rather red. And then finally by bedtime, I was more of a blazing hot tamale color. And tonight I started peeling. Darn that breeze for being a distraction while the sun did its dirty work!
This is Sara and my mother-in-law, Mary (soon to be "Meemo", which is what Bret & his siblings all called their Grandmother when they were growing up). This picture is so adorable I can hardly stand it! Seriously, how cute are these two?? And, talking about what we called our Grandmothers got me thinking that maybe I'll have our kid(s) call my mom "Myrtle". What do you think of that, mom? Judging from how annoyed you'd get when I was in high school and would call you Mary instead of Mom, I'm guessing you're protesting aloud at your computer as you read this. But if a cute little toddler calls you Myrtle, can you really object? Mwah-ha-ha-ha!Below is a picture of Sara & her boyfriend Jared (also an adorable picture!)
I will admit that I completely did the older sister thing and told Sara that I thought Jared was a keeper.One of the interesting side effects I've noticed about being married is feeling older-sister-y toward three additional people who I've only known for 4 years, and who are grown adults! It's like it just automatically happened, which seems so odd when previously the requirement for being an older sister was actual shared blood and performing the role for the younger siblings' life span to date. And actually, when I describe it like that, maybe it's been presumptious of me to add three more notches to my older sister belt. I can't help it though - Bret's their older brother so my perspective is an extension of his.
The last afternoon we were up in Friday Harbor we sat outside on the deck and enjoyed the sun, breeze, and conversation. And then I got home and noticed I was sort of pink. And then a bit later I noticed I was really getting rather red. And then finally by bedtime, I was more of a blazing hot tamale color. And tonight I started peeling. Darn that breeze for being a distraction while the sun did its dirty work!
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