A Few Dramatic Minutes

As I prepared to take advantage of one of my last days as a stay-at-home-mom this morning, I turned on Sesame Street for Isaac. I was packing up for the beach. Anders had just woken up from a nice long nap and was well fed, so I laid him on the living room floor while I went to fetch his car seat from the hall of our building. Isaac followed me out...and closed the door behind him. As soon as I heard the door bang, I FREAKED. Yes, it was locked with the baby inside.

I ran to the backdoor--locked. I checked the windows--closed. I grabbed Isaac and ran up to my neighbor's house to borrow their phone. I don't even have Zach's cell phone number or work number memorized! I called my mom, who usually would never answer her phone on a Tuesday, and she answered. I told her my situation and asked her to call Zach, give him my neighbor's number, and have him call me. She said, "Okay, what's his number?" (Um, Mom, if I knew, I'd be calling HIM!)

I left Isaac with my neighbor, but he started crying so they came down with him. Zach called me back. I cried to him, "I'm locked out and Anders is inside!" and he borrowed his buddy's car to come to the rescue. It takes him 20 minutes to get home. Anders, all the while, was happily watching Sesame Street.

My neighbor starting trying to break in using a credit card, and I went to double check the windows. I found one window unlocked. I've tried unsuccessfully to open the unlocked but closed windows in the past. Never have I had such incentive to get in, though! We have the kind of windows that tilt in for cleaning purposes, and one happened to be a little lose. As I was jiggling the window around, it pushed in on one side and I was able to push the top window down. The cars and people passing by were probably laughing at this hysterical woman in a dress climbing barefoot through the garden and scrambling through the top of the window.

I ran in and startled Anders, who had no idea he should be at all concerned. I opened the door and let Isaac back in; he was sharing his snack with the neighbor's kids and asking, "What I did do?" I called Zach and he turned around to head back to work. My heart beat returned to its normal pace.

So then I went to the beach. :)