Tuesday, January 12, 2010

"MAMA! Out."




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. 

6 comments:

pink and green mama said...

The exact same thing happened to me with our first born, that's why I have the doorknobs on the kid's bedrooms reversed so the locks are on the hallway side - I can lock them in for time outs (if necessary) but they can't accidently lock themselves in.

Then, when they're teenagers I figure we'll just take their door off the hinges completely!! LOL! : )

Sarah said...

Grrrrreat idea! Never thought of switching the handles. If it becomes a pattern maybe we will consider doing that :) Thanks for reading!

anne said...

Yep. Been there. Don't want to be there again. Kudos to you for being able to find the key. I think we once had to use a tiny screwdriver.

Christina said...

Oh no! Gracie is just now starting to go in rooms and shut the door behind her...I'll have to remember this, I would definitely panic! Thanks for stopping by my blog, by the way! :)

Anonymous said...

Ha! I think Henry heard your laugh that you typed to me when you said he was up there waiting for you...not knowing he was going straight down for a nap! :) Glad it all worked out...

Kim

Anonymous said...

fun story with a happy ending!! the quiet behind the door would have driven me insane!
pw

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