So our day was going along smoothly Henry had ventured upstairs...he had a poopy diaper - wow, I was impressed that he actually WANTED me to change it and was taking the first step towards getting that accomplished. But then I heard a door close...odd...normally he doesn't close doors. And then quiet.
I finished picking up our lunch dishes and then Charley hurried down to inform me,
"Henry is locked in MY room and I don't want him in there. I want to be in there."
WHAT! WHAT! WHHHHAAAAT!
So I hurry upstairs - calmly of course.
I say, calmly, "Henry?......Henry?.....no response....HENRY!?"
I am freaking out now...
Finally, Henry responds meekly, "Mama. out."
My first calm response, "Honey, turn the little thingy on the knob."
Henry's response - spoken very shortly and firmly, "NO!"
The back and forth of trying to calmly get him to unlock it resumes. I also grab the little key type needle thing that comes with these dumb doors. When it isn't working I turn to Charley who is doing his own thing and yell, "GO GET THE PHONE!" He slowly goes and gets it so I yell at him all the horrible things that could happen at this moment, "Henry freaks out...like I am doing ....there is a fire and we can't get him out...he gets hurt and we can't get him....Charley's eyes widen and he gets it." Good! I feel better. Ugh. At this point Henry is going back and forth crying, "Mama, out!" and silence.
So I decide calling Ed at this point would just cause him panic - since he works 45 minutes away. So I call my trusty friend Lynelle...and just being on the phone with her calms me..and I am able to get the needle/key thing to catch...or Henry finally figures out how to turn the lock back and WAA. LA! The door opens and a very proud little 2 year old emerges and says with a smile, "Hi!" in a yippy skippy little happy voice.
And to think it was going to be a blog-less day.
Today I was reminded how much I HATE the gold door knobs in our house. Add that to our to do list.