Where There's Smoke There's Fire

A little background information, we moved out of the house during the heavy work of the remodel. We rented a condo in Mountain View until the end of August. So at about 10 pm tonight the fire alarm went off. We're on the 3rd floor of the building so I close the laptop (I was checking my e-mail!) grabbed Patrick out of his crib and we headed downstairs just in time to see the two firetrucks pulling up, with lights and sirens and everything. The firsts floor is filled with smoke and some idiot is telling the firemen "False alarm, it's OK, you can go" while smoke is pouring out of the building. They insist on checking it out and run into the building with all of their fire gear and masks on. Turns out the fire was in the idiot's unit, he locked his door before he went outside so they had to break down his door. Turns out he left a pot on the stove and went out tonight, coming home just in time to catch the fire, lock his door, and run out to meet the trucks. The firemen stay and set up huge fans to blow out all of the smoke. We get to meet a few neighbors including a very sweet French bulldog, Patrick enjoyed watching the trucks. Now we're back upstairs and our place smells a little like smoke. Too bad I didn't have my camera to take pictures.

In other news, the little man is now 15 months old and we celebrated by going to the doctor's office for a few more shots! Poor little guy. Patrick's official 15 month stats:

• Height - 31.25 inches (50th percentile)
• Weight - 21 pounds, 10 ounces (10th percentile)
• Head - 49 centimeters (95th percentile)

He got two shots and cried for a while. Patrick's been working on perfecting his scowl and he made sure he showed it to the nurse after the shots.

It's been really hot this week. Our condo has air conditioning. We haven't left the condo much to go out. I love A/C. A lot.

More house pics to come this weekend!