Frozen Fingers

Somehow I managed to get locked out of our house this morning. I'm not sure if Abby or Maize closed the locked door behind me or if I shut it myself. All I know is that I found myself outdoors with no keys or coat and wet hair this morning. Luckily I happened to have my cell phone in my pocket, so I was able to call Steve for help. After about 20 minutes he showed up to open the doors. I'm not sure his patient appreciated switching dentists midway through the procedure, but I'm pretty sure I would have frozen to death if I had to wait for him to finish his filling before he came to rescue me.

Abby, meanwhile, was enjoying her time in a parent-free zone. She was laughing and waving at me while I watched her through the french doors (thank God we have those!). I'm pretty sure this was all one big plot. First she had the world's stinkiest dirty diaper, which required immediate removal to the outdoor garbage can. Then she made sure I got stuck outside with the diaper. And she proceeded to pull out her ponytail, take off her shoes, and otherwise undo all the progress I had made toward taking a little girl to her playgroup. Maize, on the other hand, was freaking out. I think she realized how dangerous it could be to be trapped in the house with only Abby.

Needless to say, we now have multiple sets of extra keys outdoors. We had loaned our extra set to a friend who watched Maize in September while we traveled and hadn't gotten it back yet. But now there are many places where I can get a set of keys if I need them. So Abby is out of luck on locking me out.

I enjoyed my birthday yesterday, but got reminded again of why Steve and I don't even bother trying to watch grown-up movies or t.v. anymore. We put on a movie we had wanted to see (we knew it had very little if any swearing and only a little violence, which Abby doesn't notice because she only listens and doesn't watch most of the time). We didn't get to watch much - first it was "color with Abby" and then it was Mr. Potato Head time, then it was "read Abby book." I think we ended up pausing the movie about 20 times. And we had both read the book the movie is based on, so although we liked the movie, we thought that the book was much better and knowing the story ahead of time made the movie less interesting. Don't act all surprised - I have gotten Steve to read some books for pleasure. I know it seems like a stretch, but he really has been reading more.

Keys Found!

How they ended up in the beach bag, I can't remember. Luckily Steve had the common sense to look in that bag - I had figured it wouldn't have any reason to be hiding my keys. Now... as soon as Abby is up we are off to shop for baby Jack :-)

Stranded

I have lost my keys, and so tonight, instead of shopping and picking up groceries while Steve is out golfing I am stranded here in the house with a screaming, unhappy baby. Needless to say we are both unhappy at this point. She really needed the car ride. And the keys are no where to be found. I have ripped apart my purse, the diaper bag, the car, and everywhere else I can think of. I probably dropped them the other night when I was out with Steve and they are long gone.

Abby got another cousin today - baby Jack Hagberg. Jack was only 6 pounds 15 ounces and 19 inches long, so Abby is feeling rather large at twice his size (she was almost 16 pounds the other day). We can't wait to meet Abby's newest cousin :-) We are all super happy for Melissa and Glenn.