We were overdue for some 'alone' time - out of the house without someone under the age of 11 begging for our attention - the good or the bad kind. We had originally planned to go hiking on Friday evening as a whole family, that is until 3 p.m. hit.
After breaking up a wrestling match, reminding the girls for the millionth time to stop arguing, and telling Natalie yet again to stop screaming, I was at my wits' end and called the first babysitter I could think of. Success. She was available, so 30 seconds after John walked in the door, I sped away to retrieve the babysitter so we could enjoy the sounds of nothingness here...
See how relaxed I look? It was just what I needed as we hiked through the canyon and enjoyed the grandeur of leaves changing color. It was a full hour before we encountered another soul on the trail, which just so happened to be a scout troop and their leaders.
Four hours later and some Japanese food in our bellies (including my all-time favorite eel roll), we decided to come home again, this time to the kids sleeping soundly in their bed (well, mostly). That is until we were rudely awoken at 5 a.m. to the fire alarms shrieking at us and announcing "Fire-Fire."
No sign of fire, and no sign of any disturbance in any of our kids either. Nice for this morning with the false alarm (apparently a faulty sensor), but not so nice for future occurrences, especially if Kimberly is babysitting for us. We had a serious chat with the girls about the extreme importance of heeding the fire alarm. I'm a little uncertain if any of it registered in their subconscious brain, but I'm hoping the part about dying maybe tweaked a brain cell or two.