We didn't start the fire

When you have a little one, finding time to be intimate with your spouse is difficult. I am not just talking about "the act" that created Henry but also I am talking about the whole package. You know cuddles and conversation. I realize that this is an odd way to start a post, divulging personal details and all. But, I need to set a context for the tale I am about to tell.

After a long, wonderful day, Jason and I decided to spend some quality time together. The little fella was all snuggled up and fast as sleep, so we decided to take a nice long, shower together. After our shower we curled up in bed together -- naked. I know, I know. NO one wants to think about us naked, but it is essential to the story. As we got all cozy under the covers (I think we are skipping fall this year and heading straight into winter)and we started to talk about our lives together. We were discussing all of the changes we have been through and how being a parent has impacted everything. It was then, we heard a beep. "What's that?" Then another much louder beep. Then Jason jumped out of bed and screamed "It's our smoke detector!" In a moment we were both up and running around the house buck naked. I dash into Henry's room.

Henry is asleep.

I look at him and think, "Do I have time to put on clothes? or Should I just grab him and run out into the street in my birthday suit?" Did I mention that it is in the 30's outside? The alarm is still going off and I can smell something burning. While I am pondering my first time streaking through ghetto, Jason is screaming. "Its the bathroom heater!" The alarm has stopped but our noise leavels have gotten louder. I am on the verge of scooping up Henry and running outside. There might be time for a bathrobe, for my neighbors sake.

Henry is still asleep.

I start yelling "There is a fire extinguisher under the kitchen sink." I don't why but i felt the need to but I repeated this over and over. This of course, got Ann (our 55 pound pup) excited. As I ran around naked yelling about fire extinguisher, she was right behind me as if to say. "What's a fire extinguisher? Is it a toy? Fires are fun. Why are you naked?"

Henry is still asleep.

During my ode to the extinguisher, Jason has confirmed that there is no smoke in the bathroom and that he needs to check the attic. Still naked he starts yelling. "I need my thing, hand it to me" I look at him "huh ?" He just keeps yelling about the thing he needed when I realize he talking about pants. Oh pants! Clothes! We are still naked! I grab him a pair and off he goes to get in the attic. I finally go to retrieve the fire extinguisher I have been babbling about and my pajamas.

Henry is still sleeping sound.

Our house is small and was built in 1910. There is only one closet that is original to the house. A hundred years ago people didn't have as much crap as they do now. If we had a normal house, we would have a dandy little stairwell that pulled down from the ceiling that gave us nice, quick access to the attic. However, our house isn't normal. The only way in to the attic is the one original closet. There is a tiny opening just big enough for one person. Oh yeah, we have nine and half foot ceilings. The closet is in the living room and has became a catch all storage space and our ladder is currently being used by Adam and Tina to to work on their new house. Left with no other option, Jason grabs a dinning room chair and starts shoving things aside to get up in the attic. I am yelling "be careful, don't hurt yourself!" Jason is mumbling and cursing about all the boxes we have stored in the closet.

Henry is snoring.

Even though the alarm stopped sounding, I am convinced that there is going to be a fire. When Jason finally gets up in the attic. I have my phone in hand to call 911 and then our friend Kevin who is a firefighter. I don't know why I was going to call Kevin. I don't know exactly what he would have done. But, I figured he knew more about fires than we did. Fortunately, there was no fire in the attic. Appently something got got into our bathroom heater and burned up, which is odd because we have used it already several times this fall. Jason will be investigating later on today to check for a cause and/or faulty wiring. Sigh.

Henry still hasn't made a peep.

Remember when I mentioned all the junk in the closet? Well, when Jason was trying to get down he has a bit of trouble. He broke a shelf, scraped his arms and hit his head. He was hurt, but our house wasn't on fire. Hooray! We sat down on the couch and laugh, loud and hard. We both let out a huge sigh of relief and then decided that tomorrow we needed to clean out the hall closet and do some reorganizing to make entry to the attic a bit easier.

Henry is still sleeping.

We crawl back into bed to finish our grown up snuggles. We curl up together under our warm comforter. About the time we get settled in. Henry wakes up. Seriously. The little monster slept through mass pandemonium and the second the house get quiet again he wakes up. He is not only awake, he is grumpy and hungry. Did I mention that finding time for the two of us in hard with a little one? I guess I shouldn't complain, at least our house isn't on fire.

Because I believe every post needs a photo . . . Here is Henry sound asleep.