Yesterday afternoon Charlie decided Mommy needed a little adventure, so he decided to lock her out of the house... (Yes, you are reading that correctly, my 16 month old son locked me out of the house!) Never would I have imagined being locked out of the house by Charlie at this age - maybe when he is 2 or 3 years old??
I went out the back door to set the garbage on the deck (the distance from the door to where I set the garbage is about 3 feet; the time I was outside was about 10 seconds). I turned around to come back in and turned the handle on the door and the door would not open. I wiggled the handle and pushed on the door and it is not opening, it is locked. Awesome! I look through the door and see Charlie looking at me and smiling. I smile back but I am swearing under my breath and wondering what to do. My phone is inside, Steve is at work, Crissy and Brett are at work (they have our extra key), and I can't leave Charlie's sight. I am trying to remain calm as Charlie is running from his toys to the door waving and smiling. I think he is wondering why I am not coming in the house but thinking it is the best game ever, he continues to run back and forth from his toys to the door. I need to get inside and my only option is to break a small window next to our back door. Never having broken a window, I have no clue what to use so I am thinking my fist but in the movies people wrap their fists with a towel or something. I don't have a towel outside so then I thought, a chair. I grab a chair and look at the window to figure out the best spot to smash the glass and then I realize the window is too small for my 9 month pregnant body to fit thru... As I am trying to come up with Plan B and making sure Charlie is ok, Kenadee is staring at me from inside most likely wondering why I am still outside and just wants me to get inside and give her dinner.
I start calling Charlie's name, knocking on the door and motioning for him to come by the door. Plan B is to get him to unlock the door because since he was smart enough to know how to lock it, I thought I could show him how to unlock it by going through the motions while he watched through the window. No such luck. At this point I am old news to Charlie and he is running laps around the living room laughing away while Bosee is chasing him. I continue to try and get Charlie's attention and while he is not listening to me, Kenadee (the dog who never listens) is paying attention. She comes towards the back door, swats the lock with her paw and by some miracle, the door is unlocked!!!! Am I dreaming??? Do I have the smartest dog ever??? I was not dreaming because I was now inside the house and everyone was safe and sound and I was hugging Charlie. As far as Kenadee being the smartest dog ever, she sure is!
Steve and I decided Charlie did not lock the lock as far as it could go (making it easier for Kenadee to unlock), but just enough for it to catch causing me not to be able to open the door from the outside. Either way, I was locked out and no amount of force or wiggling of the handle was letting me back in. Since Charlie is watching and imitating EVERYTHING we do these days and he sees us lock the back lock, we think Charlie thought he was doing a really good thing by locking the door because Mommy was not in the house to to lock it herself :)
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Charlie and Kenadee the Wonder Dog
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Besides getting locked out of the house, I have been busy getting ready for Baby Girl. She is due to arrive in 3 days but like her big brother, I am sure she will be late. Everything is all set to go: clothes are washed, the swings and newborn items have been pulled out of storage and put back together (I feel like I just took them all apart and packed them away!) and tiny diapers have once again made an appearance in our house. Steve put together the new crib and the double stroller and Charlie has been the product tester for everything. We are so excited to meet our little girl and very excited to watch Charlie grow into his new role as a big brother. Stay tuned for her arrival!
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| Where is my single stroller? I don't want to share... |
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Did I really used to fit in this?
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Putting the Mama-Roo together with Mommy
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I did good! All the screws are tight in the Mama-Roo (I found my winter hat in the process and thought it would be fun to wear - I didn't care it was 100 degrees outside)
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| The crib is all set - Good job Daddy :) |
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| Come on Baby Sister! I am waiting to meet you... |
