Nope, I’m not talking about the lollipop, but I am talking about a sucker - - two of them to be precise. Me and Jeff.
So, two mornings ago, around 5:00, right before Jeff was leaving for work, this annoying beeping started. It sounded like a smoke alarm with a dying battery - - you know that LOUD, ANNOYING beeping that occurs every so often until you change the battery? Well, that’s what we were hearing, and both Jeff and I were hearing it come from the motion detector on the stairwell. Ironically, the motion detector had been de-wired and rendered inoperative because we were having problems with it before.
I disarmed and then armed the system and that seemed to work out the kinks, so I didn’t call the security people yesterday, especially since it didn’t occur again. Well, last night at about 2:00 in the morning, guess what insufferable beeping started up again, every 30 seconds for 10-15 minutes? We tried disarming the system and re-arming it. Neither worked. I flopped back in bed, all kinds of irritated and kept telling Jeff I couldn’t sleep in these circumstances. (Side Note: I had to wake him up to tell him the beeping was going off - - he was that soundly sleeping)
After about 15 minutes, the beeping miraculously stopped. I held my breath and waited for it to begin again. I heard one more beep about 5 minutes later and that was it. I fell back asleep. About 2 hours later, it started again. I was so annoyed that I stuck my fingers in my ears and almost suffocated myself under my pillow trying to escape the incessant high-pitched beep. (Another side note: I used to sleep with my fingers in my ears in high school when Adrian used to practice his trumpet in the mornings before school while I was still sleeping - - I'd plug them up after I’d yell at the top of my lungs for him to quit. He’d snidely yell back that it was time for me to get up.) I finally fell back into a fitful sleep determined to call the security people AS SOON AS they opened in the morning.
At 8:00, on the dot, I called them up and explained the situation. The lady answering the phone told me she’d have a technician call me back, which he did. He said it was probably this battery pack that we had plugged into the wall which probably needed to be replaced and that there must be a vent or something near the motion detector to make it sound like it was coming from there. Sounded plausible enough, but I told him I would try it and if that didn’t work, he’d hear from me again.
I unscrewed the battery pack, which left wires dangling. Gideon was trying to get to them, so I decided it was his nap time. Even after I unscrewed the blocky plug, the beeping kept going. I gave Gideon his bottle, turned the fan on high, plopped him down and walked outside his door.
And then I heard it loud and clear. The beep.
The beep was coming, not from the motion detector on the stairwell, but from right above my head.
I looked up, and there it was as white and shiny as it always had been.
Our smoke alarm. I started chuckling to myself in disbelief.
Boy, do I feel dumb for calling the security people.
This one makes me laugh. I know it's a repeat of the previous blog, but I didn't get to comment.
Snoozing ever so peacefully in the pack-n-play.
Rough and rougher. Can you guess which one is rougher?
Why men don't need rest or makeup to look decent in photographs, I'll never know.
We haven't decided who we think she looks like. Jeff's first comment: "She has your unibrow." Gee, thanks.
It's been said that she looks like my mom from the nose down. 
Already alert and checking out her world. Not even a day old. Atta girl!
