We set up our baby monitor yesterday and finally ventured downstairs for the first time in a week. We turned the monitor on downstairs and went about preparing and eating dinner while listening for sounds on the baby monitor. The first noise heard on our monitor Not cries, not coos, not even whimpers. No, we heard the distinct sounds of babies passing gas. So, at least we knew we would need to change them after dinner.

We also put a receiver in our loft area which is just down the hall from our master bedroom where we currently are holed up with the babies. Andrea and I were changing the babies and getting them ready to feed when we heard the distinct sound of a baby crying. We looked at the babies in our arms and then at each other’s puzzled faces only to realize that the sounds we were hearing were not coming from our babies but from the baby monitor down the hall. I headed down the hall to the receiver and I could distinctly hear a woman singing to her baby as she fed him/her. It was a bit eerie to be listening in on an unknown neighbor so I quickly changed the channel.

Andrea and I will just have to remember not to discuss state secrets when holding the babies from now on.