Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Feeling Warm and Fuzzy

A good thing happened the night before last.

Kerry burned his toast.  (No, that's not it.)

It set off the smoke alarms.  (No, not so wonderful either.)

All the boys had been in bed for awhile, and the smoke alarm in their room is a special one, for the deaf and hard of hearing.  That means, it's loud enough to wake the (nearly) dead and has a brilliant, flashing strobe.  So, you know, all in all a fabulous way to be awakened.

Knowing it was just burned toast, I headed right up to the bedroom, curious to see if the boys - who can be heavy sleepers - were awake.  Yep, all three of them were up and moving.  We've had a lot of false alarms, so none of them were moving very quickly, but they were up.

Here's the good part.

Wyatt woke up first.  He jumped out of bed, reached over and whacked Tate (who was still sleeping) on the chest, checked to see if Gunnar was awake, and then headed for the door.


Tate is a very sound sleeper.  Don't know if that is related to his hearing loss or not (I was too).  At any rate, the strobe and the screaming alarm had not immediately awakened him.  

But his brother did.

And that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.  Which is a good thing, since it snowed.  Again.


Rebecca D said...

It is good to know thay are looking out for each other!

Felicity said...

Brotherly kindness...

tammy said...

awww. Love brotherly love.

The dB family said...

That is good to read! I hope my girls will be as watchful of each other -- which reminds me that it's time we do a practice run. I don't believe we've had one since the Littles have been home.