I was babysitting a precious *almost* 1 year old girl yesterday. it was about 3 in the afternoon and I had already gotten her out of her crib after she was supposed to nap (which she didn't). So we started playing a little bit, when the fire alarm started going off (and she lives with her family in a condo on the 3rd floor of a building). Madison (the girl I was watching) immediately just kind of froze and her eyes got really big and you could tell she just didn't know what was going on and why there was a loud noise and flashing light. I didn't think there was a fire 1. because her mom would either call or race up (her mom was working in her office one story below us) 2. it was raining earlier and everything was wet (outside) 3. there was construction two apartments down from us. so I just grabbed Madison and took her into the hallway outside of their condo and just checked out what was going on (there were construction workers running everywhere. so we just went back inside and in my head I worked out an alternate fire exit strategy (that involved skydiving off of the 3d floor;))just in case.
about 30 min. later, I had Madison in her high chair and was giving her a snack of peaches and cheerios when the fire alarm went off again. Madison immediately started screaming bloody murder and I just held her until the alarm stopped (which it did after about 1 minute).
as I walked out of their building one or two hours later, I read a sign on the main entrance door that stated, "alarm systems being tested on the 3rd floor from the hours of 7 am to 5 pm". wow, Mary. maybe that sign wasn't there when I went up 5 hours earlier? I don't know what to do with me sometimes.:)
next story - it was about 9:30pm and Mom and Dad were still out at the parents meeting for my co-op, and we had already eaten candy and popcorn and watched a movie. Sarah and I had already planned on previewing an intense ab routine workout video to start doing, but she didn't find it in the normal place, which only left the garage (we have most of our movies in a book case in the garage), so once we were pretty much just waiting for mom and dad to get home, I asked, "hey sarah, how 'bout we watch the p90X abs?" and she replied, "sure, we can get it together." so I went along with it and we both approached the garage, opened the door, and turned on the light. we both went in (Sarah first) and I started looking towards the bookcase when I heard a blood curdling scream. I immediately looked over and saw Sarah IN THE AIR!!!! I was slightly distracted by Sarah being airborne, but I thought I saw about 3 shadowy figures skitter across the floor. as soon as she hit solid ground again, Sarah started charging for the door and so did I (but I wasn't yet sure why) and as I turned to go out, I saw a HUGE cockroach climbing up the refrigerater door handle (we have an extra fridge in our garage)!!!!! so Sarah and I ran out and slammed the door shut. Susie, Peter and Kathy were outside the door waiting for an explanation of why their older sisters were acting like they saw the abominable snow man! Sarah started frantically rambling, "I saw five cockroaches!!!! they were flying!!! 2 went over my feet!!!!" then Susie remarked that cockroaches are afraid of light, so when you turned the light on you probably scared them. thanks, Susie;).
so, I think that concludes the most eventive parts of my day yesterday:)
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Haha, oh I enjoyed reading your two accounts! Thank you for a chuckle. :)
Cockroaches - please! You just smash 'em. Our apartment is inhabited by quite a few. I try to kill one or two a day. Just so they don't overrun the place. ;) Gotta show 'em who's boss. And who the food really belongs to.
we are used to a few fairly often, but when you're greatly outnumbered it's different!!! usually what Sarah does to take care of cockroaches is she waits until they are still, then she puts a cup upside-down on them and waits until someone will do something with it:)
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