Well that was fun....

So it was 3/3:30ish A.M. last night when I looked at the monitor and saw our sweet child playing in his room with the lights on.  Excellent.

He hasn't been sleeping that great lately and been begging to come get in Mommy & Daddy's bed.  He used to never wake up, but he has recently.  Boo.  Yes, we have royally screwed up and let him sleep with us just one time too many and now he wants to do it every night {which doesn't happen}.  We really didn't think he slept with us that much, just a few times a week, maybe 2-3, and it was mostly just on weekends.  Keep in mind, he used to NEVER sleep with us.  He never did when he was little.  Once he hit about 2, he'd sleep with us on trips, but that was about it.  It's really just been in the last few months that we've let him do it more.  I think it's just because he's just so darn precious, and I'm starting to have a little sadness that our one-on-one time is waning.  He's a snuggler and aren't all kids just so, so sweet when they are sleeping.    When I watch him sleep, I just can't get over how perfect he is.  What a blessing!

I'm super excited about his baby sister and can't wait to meet her, but I think I'm starting to go through those feelings that most moms of more than one kid face... how is it possible that I can love someone else as much as this little guy.  I know it's there and that your "heart doubles" and all, but it's just a hard thing to grasp until she gets here.

Anyways, back to our little incident last night.  So.... I got up to go turn the light off and politely ask him to get back in bed except that when I went to turn the handle, it was LOCKED.  Somehow the child had managed to lock himself in his room.  Really?!?  I started to panic a little but thought, hey, these look like the locks that were on our bedroom doors growing up, which I was a master at picking, so no problem, right?!?  Well, apparently they aren't.  The straightened clothes hanger didn't work.  Crap.  We have one of those plastic childproof door things on the inside so he can't get out, but this certainly wasn't what we had in mind... we are still supposed to be able to get IN.  Somehow he had turned the little lock on the knob that is just barely exposed in the hole in the plastic knob cover.  Again, really?!?  At 3:30am.  Oh, and Andrew has to be at work at 4:00am during September because it's teal and gator season.  This was certainly NOT what he wanted to be doing even EARLIER than he was already having to be up.  So, at this point, we're a little concerned and talk of kicking in the door was coming up.  We've already had our front door kicked in by a stranger, I really didn't want to have to go through that again, much less at our own cost.  I don't think insurance would cover this incident.

Not knowing any better, when Andrew walked away to try to find a credit card or something to stick in the door to try to open it that way, I thought that unscrewing the door knob would work.  Seems plausible, right?  Apparently that is NOT going to work since it was locked and you would still have to turn the knob, which we couldn't do.  So, I frantically held onto one side and was shouting at Carson to not pull on the knob on the other side (probably a dumb idea since half the time he likes to do the opposite of whatever we say).  I couldn't get the screws lined up and was really starting to panic at this point.  Again, the kicking the door in conversation resurfaced.  Andrew even went and put on his shoes.

As a last resort (before kicking in the door... because that was the true last resort), Andrew got a flat head screwdriver and was able to wedge it in the door jamb and get it open, with only minimal damage to the door itself.  Praise Jesus my husband apparently knows how to break & enter!!!

I was SOOOOOO thankful that Andrew was home because I really wasn't sure what to do.  I was trying to stay calm, but there certainly was some panic setting in.  What if there had been an emergency, and I couldn't get in there?  What if I hadn't gone down there and didn't discover until the morning (when I was alone) that he was locked in?  Carson was WAY too wired to go back to sleep at this point, so {for the last time for a while...promise} we put him in our room and he finally went to sleep after Andrew left for work.  The first thing I did this morning was to switch the knob to the lock side facing OUT.  I feel like the mean parent that does that so they can lock their kid in their room.  Then again, isn't the childproof thing on the inside essentially doing the same thing??  He likes his room and it's not like he's screaming at the door trying to get out.   He honestly has only done that a couple times.  If he got up before us, he'd usually just go to the door and if it didn't open, he'd just go get a book or toy and play quietly until we got there.

This morning was NOT an easy morning for him.  He was SO tired.  I rarely have to wake him up, but he just did not want to get out of bed.  He was easily awake from about 3:00am to 4:30am.... so were we.  Practice, right?!?!  ;-)

So, fun stuff.  PSA for the day - If your locks are on the inside, be sure you have a KEY or at least a person small enough to not be able to mess with the lock!