Allow Me to Explain
Take a look at this picture:
When Spencer is awake at the time I’m going to shower in the morning, I often bring him in the bathroom with me. I think he likes the warmth of the bathroom and the sound of the shower running. Plus, his being with me ensures he doesn’t get smothered by a big sister in my absence.
That explains why Spencer is in the bathroom.
Caroline loves seeing Spencer in the morning and touching him and cooing at him.
That explains why she is sitting beside him, holding his hand, getting ready to read him a book.
I witnessed this cute scene unfold as I was getting ready.
That explains why I got the camera and took a picture.
Spencer usually doesn’t stay as happy as he is in this photo for long, but this morning he was content just to be in his bouncer next to his sister.
That explains why I left him and Caroline in the bathroom while I got Brooke dressed and did her hair.
What I can’t explain is why Caroline thought it would be a good idea to close the bathroom door. And lock it.
I also can’t explain why we don’t have a single key in our house which opens the bathroom door.
If you have the kind of doorknob that has a small hole on the outside where the key goes, there are several things around the house that you can use to try to pick the lock including, but not limited to
*an unwound paperclip
*a toothpick
*the ink casing of a pen
*a lollipop stick
*a straightened-out hanger
*the end of a princess wand
However, none of these items will do you any good once you realize that the doorknob can’t be opened by just poking something straight into it; you have to turn the mechanism as well.
This requires hunting down a tool box, finding the right size screwdriver, and removing the doorknob. The whole ordeal will last about thirty minutes.
And that explains the two gray hairs I just found on my head.
April 28, 2011 @ 3:16 pm
Scary! I hate those kind of locks. I’ve tried many methods as well and have tried to coach my kids to unlock it but that takes just as long as removing the door knob. Glad everything turned out okay!
April 28, 2011 @ 4:10 pm
Oh my goodness. My heart was racing reading this post. I was hoping for an after picture of the scene you walked in on. Yikes.
Also, as I was wrestling Eli yesterday during a diaper change I couldn’t help but think of your octopus post and wish I had an extra pair of hands with just my one kid. I can’t imagine all the hands I’d wish for with three little rascals!
April 28, 2011 @ 4:55 pm
Laurie–Yeah, I kept telling Caroline to unlock the door, and she kept answering me with a happy, “Okay!”…but then never did it. Grrr.
Sarah–Caroline and Spencer were remarkably calm during the whole fiasco. Spencer started crying for a few minutes shortly after he got locked in, but then became happy. Caroline got a little scared toward the end, but all in all, I was surprised that they weren’t both in hysterics by the end of the ordeal.
–Rebecca
April 28, 2011 @ 5:41 pm
How scary! And don’t even talk to me about gray hairs….
April 28, 2011 @ 6:23 pm
You poor thing. 🙂 It’s amazing what they can do to us.
April 29, 2011 @ 10:52 am
Am I the only one that totally cracked up laughing at this post. It made my morning and I am glad everything turned out well.
Such a sweet big sister.
April 29, 2011 @ 8:28 pm
I talked to you in the middle of your ordeal and I thought you sounded very calm despite what you were experiencing. And you were even seemingly unruffled when I got to your house. Way to remain calm under duress. The picture of the doting older sister is so adorable. Be happy she cares so much about the little guy and don’t even try to figure out what would possess her to lock herself in the bathroom with him. She probably just wanted him all to herself.