Where There's Smoke There's Fire

Or is there?

We had been having issues with our upstairs A/C unit that Ryan traced to a faulty thermostat. We bought a fancy touch screen replacement and Ryan and his little helper, Anson, installed it.

After that we attempted to put Anson down for a nap. Sadly, those have become a thing of the past around our house :( He stayed in his room but we could hear him stomping around upstairs. After a few visits himself, Ryan asked me to go check on him and I stopped in my tracks before I ever reached the stairs. I smelled smoke!

Ryan sent Anson and I downstairs. I offered my suggestions - "turn off the unit, check your wiring, is it in the walls?, it's 80 degrees up there...obviously there's something wrong". Clearly I'm a tremendous help and true pillar of strength in these situations.

Ryan raced to the attic to check for a fire, then outside to look for smoke. None was found. I had the phone in my hands ready to dial the fire department, but my level headed husband wanted more time. I didn't want to be the fools who let their house burn down because they couldn't find the fire, but I also didn't want to be the girl that cried wolf to the fire department. So, I waited.

It's a good thing too. As it turns out there was no fire, but rather a curious little 3 year old who decided to get out his little step stool and test out the thermostat by turning on the heater and cranking the temperature up to 85. The smoky smell was just the dust burning off after the long, hot summer of no use.

We learned our lesson and are now using the lock function on our new thermostat. Never a dull moment in our house.