My kids manage to come up with new and improved ways to scare the hell out of me.
Hazel decided this afternoon that she wasn’t going to nap. We tucked her in, closed her door, and she kicked and yelled. Twice she got out of bed, and Kullervo carried her back. Finally, she got quiet, and we settled in to watch something on TV.
When the show was over, I headed back upstairs, and when I got to the top of the stairs, I heard a little voice saying, “Save me! Mommy, Daddy! Save me!”
I laughed to myself-Hazel apparently wasn’t sleeping! I started to head towards her room when I realized that the sound was actually coming from closer to the front door.
I peeked out the window and I saw Hazel, standing on our front steps, locked out of the apartment. While we were downstairs, she had sneaked out of her room (really quietly–we had a baby monitor on!), and opened the front door. Our door has one of those locks on it that lets you open it from the inside, but will lock if you’re outside. And Hazel was locked out.
After I made sure she was okay (and brought her inside, obviously), we took a trip to the hardware store to get additional locks to install high above where the kids can reach.
And I would just like to say for the record how incredibly glad I am that nothing happened to her. Nobody took her, she didn’t fall down the stairs. She didn’t even seem that upset about it (perhaps unfortunately).