Wednesday, January 13, 2010
My tricky boys have greatly expanded my own skill set. I can not only change diapers (quickly!) and take temperatures in all kinds of ways, but I can fix toys and reassemble furniture (Andrew has taken pieces off of his bed frame on nights when he has trouble getting to sleep...you know, instead of say, counting sheep).
One of my more recently developed skills I learned last summer when Andrew was experimenting with locking doors. We had one harried week where Andrew must have locked us out of every room in the apartment. And I learned how to disassemble door knobs and pop doors back open again. In record time. It's a skill I'm both proud of (so handy!) and embarrassed about (your kid did what!?).
Well, yesterday I was glad for the skill when Isaac (un)intentionally locked himself in our bedroom. I quickly got the screwdriver and went to work removing the doorknob wondering what other sorts of trouble he might be causing in there.
I pop the door open and find him lounging on the pillows at the head of the bed with a big smile on his face and red hair curling above his ears. That cheeky monkey.
I still don't know whether or not he knew he was locking the door. But I am certain that those red curls work in his favor. Every. Single. Time.