The other day I was coming up the stairs to our apartment. Peyton was about 5 steps a head of me. Just as I got to the top of the stairs, Peyton started laughing and bolted for the door. Instincts told me that he was up to something. So I dashed towards the door, but not in time. Just as I reached for the knob I heard a giggle and the deadbolt lock. Dread filled my tummy. I knocked on the door. Peyton yelled "Coming..." When I told him to open the door he just yelled a bunch of two year old gibber-jabber that only he would know. He refers it to "Peyton talk."
OK right about then I started feeling panicky. At least I had Annisten in my arms, but I was concerned about what he was doing on the other side of the door. I knocked a few more times on the door. Each attempt went the same way as the first. Now I was mad.
So I tried trickery. I knocked on the door. Peyton yelled "what..." I told him that I was going to Nanna's house and I will see him latter. That seemed to do the trick. He screamed and then said "wait mom, wait." He tried to open the door but could not. I told him to unlock the dead bolt, but he could not do it. OK now I am pan icing. He tried and tried without success.
What was I going to do? I was seriously panicking. What if I left the bathroom door unlocked. What if he pushed a chair somewhere to reach something he was not suppose to reach.
panic... panic... panic....
Luckily their was some painters just outside the apartment. I did not know enough Spanish to ask for help and the use of their latter. Then a grounds crew guy was in his golf cart. He tried to unlock the door, but Peyton managed to lock the deadbolt only accessible from the inside, of coarse.
This 6" 4' man ended up climbing the latter. He somehow managed to convince Peyton to unlock the porch deadbolts and let him into the apartment. Then the man let me in. During this entire time the other ground crew guy and the painters were laughing. I understood enough of the Spanish that they kept saying something about a two year old and would just laugh.
Well I was relieved. He was playing with his trains and had not gotten into anything else. Scary that he would open a door to a complete stranger on the balcony though!
4 comments:
Ah Sarah told me about your eventful day. I'm so sorry, I would be doing the same thing... and I don't even have that motherly instinct that comes with kids yet! I'm glad everything is ok haha oh kiddos! What trouble and what fun! Hey Corey mentioned you guys want to go to Nauvoo, let us know when :)
Hey Tiff! Loved this blog! I had almost the same exact experience with Reese. He was about 2 and I was 6 or 7 months pregnant with Lauren. We had just moved into our new townhouse and I was getting groceries from the car and I heard a door slam and lock. I rush over to the door to convince my terrible 2 year old to open the door and like Peyton he is just giggling on the other side. So it's like October or Nov and I'm in a light sweater, 6 months pregnant and no jacket. I started banging on the door and the window and Reese just laughed even harder and closed the blinds on me. I wanted to ring his little neck! Finally our next door neighbor heard me pleading with Reese and came over to help. He ended up convincing Reese to open the back sliding door and let him in!! Thoser are the days you pray will go by quickly and the next will be better! Good luck!! Hope you guys are doing well!
ok I am only laughing b/c every thing turned out ok....hahaha that little cutie is going to give you gray hair before you are 35!
I feel ya!
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