a little scare...

I'm sure there are just certain "events" that are bound to occur in parenthood,  but it doesn't make it any less frustrating or scary when they occur. And it doesn't help that my mind automatically assumes the worst will happen. We call it the "Johnson" curse. People don't believe us, until they hang out with us and see it happen.

We moved to Kaysville,  UT this weekend with the huge help of Kevin and Stephanie's families. So grateful to them And their kiddos for their patience and muscles. So we are still unpacking, Joe had to work Sunday day and I worked Sunday night. So Monday was pretty much shot for getting anything done,  and Tuesday Joe had an appointment at the 3 in AF, so again with naps and keeping quiet, not much has happened.  However we did make sure to get spare keys copied of the house because Addie has already reached that delightful age of locking us out of the house. Thank goodness the other one of us has always been inside to help the other out. So we moved in on sat and copied keys on Monday.  So today at 5 pm, I'm about to make dinner and I notice our grill cover has blown off our grill. So I go through the sliding back door, and make Addie stay in to prevent her from falling down some serious stairs. I get the cover on in 2 min,s go to get back in and viola, my 19 month old has figured out how to lock the sliding doors... that's ok because we have prepared for this very thing. I get the spare keys, go around the fron,t in the rain mind you. Get the door handle unlocked, try for the dead bolt and the key won't go in past 2/3 of the way....I fiddle with it, no luck! Seriously? Long story short, I left Joey on his tummy in the front room and I'm automatically thinking what if he gets tired and can't keep his head up? What if Addie stumbles on him? Or knocks something on top of him? What if she tries to console him while he's crying and hurts him? I call Joe and ask what I should do? Call the locksmith?  He leaves work early, but of course it's rush hour....what would take only twenty mins will take double if not more. Meanwhile I can hear both babies screaming,  but at least I can hear them, right? Joe calls the locksmith,  who will be twenty mins. I go the the back again, seeing if I can somehow wiggle the lock loose, desperation doesn't always equal logic. But I can at least talk with Addie. She plays around with the handle, but never gets close to the lock, which I am just praying she opens the door.
The locksmith finally arrives, keep in mind I had been crying my eyes out minutes earlier.  He comes out of his car, no shoes, with a 3 yr old girl tailing behind him. Now I can laugh! I'm not sure if he was trying to hurry for my sake or why he was barefoot. Lol, doesn't matter. He fiddles with the lock for what seems like twenty mins. Nothing works. Even drilling through the lock, it breaks his bit. He is frustrated,  and his little girl is drinking from the puddle, running around barefoot too, trying to crawl in his trunk, I'm laughing glad there are other crazy girls like my Addie who no matter how you try to teach and stop from doing things,  does them any way.  I thought girls were suppose to be easier then boys at this stage?
We get in, Addie is fine and happy, but Joey is on his tummy lying very still. I rush to pick him m up and he slowly stirs. He never falls asleep like that! But I am b so grateful my babies are ok. I've  held him until Joe came home 5 mins later. I kept holding him until he fussed. What a relief!
So excited I'm not sure how we will all survive them growing up. It's a miracle Rea that children survive growing up, and that their parents stay sane. Every day I wake up and think how glad I am that all 4 of us are hear, happy,  healthy,  and safe.