Fire! Fire!

I blame the gas oven. Seriously. I was able to cook many, many meals in my previous electric oven without filling the entire house with smoke... well maybe I did a couple of times, but really, more than once a week is a record even for me! Twice already this week I have had, well lets just call them accidents, that involved food burning on the bottom of the oven.


Today, we bunkered-down upstairs and turned on the self-cleaning setting on the oven. Unfortunately, this created a lot of smoke. And I do mean a lot of smoke. Enough to set off the fire alarms. "Beep, Beep, Beep. Fire! Fire! Fire" Oh yeah, this alarm actually tells you that there is a fire. Can you imagine how my girlies reacted when a strange voice from up above told them that there is a fire? Oh yeah- the screaming (I'm pretty sure that my hearing is shot forever)! Porter, however, wasn't the least bit bothered. He just kept taking dishes from the cupboard and throwing them against the wood floor.


It took me quite a while to calm the frightened little girls down. We talked about fire safety, what to do if there really was a fire, and I even taught them about 911 (still not sure if that was a good idea or not). Adi is still a little scared, but Piper has decided that if there was ever a fire she is going to put a sticker on the window to show the fire fighters where she is and is going to sing really, REALLY LOUD to get their attention.


Gotta love them!