15 March 2011

My second experience with being locked out...

I decided I couldn't take the smell of the garbage anymore...I am sure I was the only one who could smell it, as everyone here has a cold, but my super pregnant nose has not failed me, although sometimes I wish it would. So I heaved it out of the garbage can, still in my pajamas, bare footed and with a toddler on my heals asking: "mom, doing?!" I thought I can race outside and just throw it in the big garbage can before he can make it out of the door (and seeing as how he refused any type of clothing this morning I did not want him outside). So in a minor flash of forethought I put on a coat, it's cold and I want to be warm, however, my forethought did not extend to my feet. I raced outside and raced back to the door, I could hear Archie struggling to open it, here is at least one door that he still cannot open, while my feet were burning with cold. I reached out to the door handle thinking of the welcome warmth me toes would encounter only to find that the reason Archie could not open the door was because he had locked it. Twice. I mean he had dead bolted the door as well as locked the handle, I could tell he was just fidgeting and trying to figure out what to turn to get the door open, so he really didn't know what was going on. But because I had screeched outside he screeched inside with laughter the funnier he thought it was the colder my feet got, as I hopped back and forth outside telling him to unlock the door, my senses came back to me and I realized I could just go through the garage...
But, as mentioned above this was the second time this has happened to me, with slightly different details... my advice is don't go outside without shoes on unless you are sure you can take the cold or unless you're sure your toddler knows how to unlock the door he/she has just locked.

09 March 2011

The Biter

Not that he bites people, he just takes huge bites of my chocolate, peanut butter filled egg.
We were finishing lunch the other day and I decided that we should share a treat. Knowing that Archie is 2 and I am 27 and he has a little mouth and I have a big mouth (relatively) I figured that telling him he could take a bite of my Reese's peanut butter egg would still leave me with most of the treat. I know, I know, I was taking advantage, but really he doesn't need all that sugar... so I held out the treat and gently touched it to his lips and sooner than I realized his teeth were encompassing 3/4's of the egg! He grinned at me as if he knew my plan and he had won. He did, however, what he doesn't know is that because I am 27 and he is 2 and because I am 5'5" and he 32" I can reach the cookie jar where the treats are hidden, so I helped myself to another, without sharing with the biter.
Someday, sooner than later I suspect, he'll realize he can cleverly reach most things on the counter with some creativity and then he'll be the 2 year old out smarting his mother, or at least secretly eating chocolate.