The Break In

It went like this. Owen and I decided to go outside and play for a bit before dinner this evening. We went out the front door and spent about a half hour exploring the yard and enjoying the beautiful weather. Not long after, Owen was ready to eat so we proceeded to go back inside. Wait. Door knob not working. Were we...gulp...locked out? I hadn't locked the door, but for some reason it wasn't opening. I jiggled it. I shoved it. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Maybe there was another door unlocked. (Afterall, we have 5 entrances to the house. Surely one of them was open.) AND NO. Okay, maybe I could get in through a window on the first floor. No luck there either. They were secure.

With no spare key, no cell phone and a hungry little boy, I started to panic. I WAS locked out! And to make things worse, my dear husband was...and still is...in China on business. Totally unreachable. My next thought was to walk to the neighbor's house and call our good friends Kim and Caleb who live in the area. I was certain I had given them a spare key. Hold up! I don't know their cell numbers! Who memorizes phone numbers these days when you can just scroll through your cell phone book and press "call"? Who else did I know? Being relatively new to the area, I didn't know anyone else I could call.

Despair was settling in. I was racking my brain for any last ideas. I REALLY didn't want to go next door and introduce myself to my keep-to-themselves neighbors. "Hi, I'm Bridgette, your relatively new neighbor...and I wondered if I could have something for my son to eat, and oh, could I also call a locksmith because I can't get in my house!"

One last thought entered my mind. If I could pull a ninja move, perhaps I could break in to the house through a second-story window. And it went like this:Success! I managed to avoid an awkward disaster with only one single scrape to the arm. I'm not that great a ninja.


Note: Turns out we have a sticky latch on the front door. It did, in fact, lock itself when I closed it. So a new lock is in order. And have you ever tried to photograph your own elbow? Not as easy as it looks.

I Give You...Bridgette

BLACKBIRD

About one year ago at this time I had just welcomed a new baby into my world, and I was excited to take on the great adventure called parenthood. Mark, meanwhile, was busy welcoming a baby of his own into the world and has since spent the past year parenting a top-of-the-line gaming machine. While I was oohing and ahhing over the miraculous design of our little one, Mark was oohing and ahhing over BLACKBIRD'S design. And now BLACKBIRD has been released to the public. Mark's baby has flown the coop. (Thankfully mine is still around!) It is an amazing machine, really. Check it out here.

Now tell me, who's cuter...Blackbird or Owen?