A Door Jam
I’ve been pretty sick these last two days so I cancelled all of my appointments for today and Jen and Nora graciously let me sleep in. The absence of a second adult during the morning routine understandably makes a few things rather more difficult. Getting Nora and all of her gear out and into the car, for example, really requires either two people or two trips (and sometimes, largely on Nora’s whim, both).
Jen left Nora playing inside the house while she schlepped the luggage to the car. Unfortunately, Nora cannot abide an open door and so slammed it dutifully shut. This would have been fine except she also climbed up on the bench next to the door and managed to throw the deadbolt and lock her mother out. So now Jen’s locked outside, Nora’s locked inside, and I’m upstairs asleep with a fever and NyQuil wrestling for control of my brain.
Jen tried to talk our frightened toddler through unlocking the door while Nora ran back and forth between the front window (where she could see her mom) and the front door (where she could hear her). Jen banged on the door, called our house phone, called my cell phone, and tried again to talk Nora through unlocking the door. I slept peacefully through all of this. What finally did awaken me was Nora’s tiny voice when she remembered I was upstairs and figured I could probably fix things:
Help! Daddy! Help! Daddy, keys! Door, Daddy! Help!
She hadn’t tried to unlock the door because, as she understands it, locked doors are opened with keys! Her voice woke me pretty much immediately, I went down and let Jennie in, and I crawled back to bed. When Jen & Nora got to baby school, Nora’s teacher gave us a copy of Alfie Gets In First in which pretty much the exact same thing happens.

March 20th, 2010 at 8:25 am
What a fun way to start a day, not. Think what a great story this will make someday when you retell it.