So I'll tell the same story while I'm here. Today James went in my
room and closed the door. I wasn't too worried because he does it all
the time. So I went by the door and peered underneath it and saw his
little feet. I started whispering his name and he got all freaked out,
it was kind of cute(I'm evil). His feet went away I figured I'd scare
him. So I opened the door and then peered under it again and saw his
feet coming to the door. He pushed it closed again but I also heard a
'click' sound. I didn't think anything of it, I thought maybe he was
trying to turn the knob. So I smiled when he walked away and reached my
arm up and when I couldn't turn it, I FREAKED. He had locked himself
in! I was so scared. So I jiggled with the door(like that was going to
help and magically unlock it for me...dumb me) and I heard James cry
because he heard me freaking out. I started thinking of things that
could fit into a tiny hole and unlock the door...hmmm. I had an idea
though. We have a gray toolbox that has different sized screwdrivers
and we have 3 that are the size of the ones that fix glasses. So I
grabbed on and poked it through the hole, it was a perfect fit. I
pushed the lock back out and opened the door. I felt so bad! I
apologized to James and he was okay with it, hahahaha.
After we had gotten through that, I got dressed and we went down to
the gym so I could do my work out(today it seem to do much, I think I
need to change it up a little). I had a conversation with a cute little
old man in there, he was nice and it always makes me really
appreciative when the older folks can tolerate a loud baby. he didn't
seem to mind one bit that James was talking at an abnormally loud
level. Hahaha. So we got done with my 30 minute work out, we came up
and I brought James in my room and closed the door so he couldn't roam
around the whole place....I needed a shower. So I turned the shower on,
did my thing. this is what I came out of the shower to look at::
Yeah, I apparently had a Q-tip snowstorm and the abominable snow baby named James was walking around in it! I laughed it off and picked it all up and threw it in the trash can. I turn around and he's taken them out of the trash can and all over the floor again...geez. And he just dumped a crapload of crackers on the floor....SIGH! Good thing our dog likes the baby snacks, hehe.
Comments (3)
That's too funny! As weird as it may sound, I can't wait to have to deal with that stuff with my babygirl. As for daddy on the other hand, he's already thought up punishments for things like this (can you tell he's a man?)
Glad you got the door open so easily! Our dog likes kid treats too, thank god. I don't know how people survive parenthood without a dog!
Ah yes you must be busy these days, lady.
I came here from viarah's blog. You were very nice to you. I am glad because I remember her from her other blog before she was pregnant and she has been through a lot of stuff for her age.