When we moved into this house I was so happy to see that there were knob-type door handles on all of the doors in the house as opposed to the lever type that my ingenious toddler so deftly figured out how to operate. This meant that he 1. couldn't get into the pantry on his own to find my secret stash of cookies "teetees", 2. I might still be able to go to the bathroom or take a bath in relative peace (yeah right!) and 3. an extra 1/2 hour of dozing in the mornings because my "sun" cannot shine on in. Well that all changed this weekend when Dusty locked himself out of the house....
I was at my baby shower (thanks Stacie!) and G and Dusty were home, Dusty went outside and inadvertently locked himself out because of the stupid exterior door knobs (whoever designed them should be fired!). After trying every door, and window in the house he realized he was outside, G was inside and the only way they could be reunited was to teach G how to open the door.... Sigh. After 20 or so minutes of coaching Grayson succeeded at letting his Daddy back inside. We later giggled about this and commented on how "amazing" our child is; little did we know that life would never be the same.
It started this morning, I knew he was awake but didn't realize he was actually up. Just as I reached for my door knob it seemed to turn on its own and in comes Grayson. Then tonight, Dusty stayed in Cascade for work so we are here by ourselves, I have put G down and am on the computer when I hear strange noises coming from upstairs, when I go into the entryway G is staring back at me telling me he needs to go potty (he honestly went at least 6 times in the 1/2 hour before bed - all a ploy for treats).
So here's to the end of life as we knew it, and finding a new hiding spot for my "teetee's".
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