Martian Mariachi

I woke up this morning - at 5:15 a.m. - to mariachi music. Not only that, but staticky mariachi music.

It wasn't terribly loud - just loud enough (and staticky enough) that, combined with the rising sun, made me wake up 45 minutes earlier than I normally do. It was just annyoing enough to make me want to bury my head under my pillow and think of grumpy words.

I thought for sure someone was out working in the yard and listening to the radio. I got up to investigate. I'm not sure why I thought I could see anything, given the fact that our room is in the basement.

What I discovered was even more bizarre. The mariachi music was coming from ... the baby monitor.

I crept into Baby Girl's room, where she slept blissfully in a warm, steamy silence. No mariachi music. No music at all, in fact. The only noise was the purr of her humidifier.

Puzzled, I walked back into our room. The music was still playing over the baby monitor.

Himself wanted to know what on earth I was doing (especially after yesterday's closet incident). I told him about the Martian Mariachi music over the monitor. He just rolled his eyes.

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On a related side note, some months ago I heard a baby crying over the monitor. I rushed to check on Baby Girl, who was sound asleep. Thinking it was odd that she would fall back to sleep so immediately after such choking sobs, I returned to my task at the other end of the house only to discover ... there was still a baby crying over the monitor.

Someone ELSE's baby was crying on MY monitor.

Curiouser and curiouser.