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The Fog Horn

This morning when the alarm clock went off sometime before 6:00 am, it sounded something like a fog-horn blowing. I swear that clock has the most obnoxious alarm I have ever heard. The alarm was whaling signaling that it was time for Ivey's nurse to leave and someone had to go take her place. So I hauled it out of bed and as I rounded the corner to Ivey's room N. our nurse was laughing. And this is why. Apparently we all have the same opinion of the alarm clock.




(N. said she covered her ear when the alarm went off.)
How funny is that?



Comments

Heather BT said…
Acer loves his alarm, but his clock radio is set to wake him up to the classical station. MY alarm is set to wail, and it also get progressively louder.
We use both to get him downstairs to eat in a pleasant manner. I think he might go downstairs faster with yours, but he'd probably be mighty grumpy!
Heather BT
Sheila & Grace said…
How cute is that!
Anonymous said…
Very Cute!
Colleen said…
I just wanted to say that I read your blog about a year ago and then I lost the address somehow. I am so amazed how far your lil one has come since then!
Bev said…
I guess the hate for early morning alarms comes at a young age. I was right there with you this morning, it went off and I found myself thinking - first, 'what on earth is that?' and second - 'please just stop!'.

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