Until now, most of my blogs have been about my current crazy life. However in looking back, it appears I’ve always been a
tad whatever. crazy unique
So I thought you would like to hear a story from several years ago. And it’s not so much that you would like it as much as it’s my blog. So ha!
My little one was about two years old at the time. She was in a front facing car seat. And by "in" I mean when she chose to stay "in" it. She had become quite the escape artist. No joke, I had to pull the car over numerous times to wrangle her back into the seat.
So one morning I had to take her to the babysitter and the dog had an appointment at the groomer. So I put the dog in the car. The Scottish terrier did not like anyone or anything, but he did appreciate a good car ride. He would jump between the front and back seats and the side windows checking out the view. Leaving nose prints on the windows. Yea...That’s how I roll.
I get Stinker buckled into her car seat and it looks like we are good to go. Then I realize I had forgotten something in the house. I am quite certain I growled, but jumped out to retrieve said item, and yes... you guessed it. I somehow locked the keys in the car. With baby and dog in the car.
Now the weather was not cold or hot, and we were in the garage. The car was not running, so there was no imminent danger. As a matter of fact Stinker was thrilled to be in the car with the dog... she was smiling and pointing to him, laughing. Not unhappy or scared. The dog was happy... he was going for a ride. Front of the car, back of the car. Front of the car, back of the car. Left, right, left, right... he was thrilled. Apparently I was the only unhappy person.
So the Hub was about twenty or so minutes away, and once I had him headed to the rescue, I decided that perhaps the dog’s hypernes could help me. I’m like a domestic MacGyver that way. So I tried to persuade him to jump to my window thinking he would step on the unlock button. Yea. He didn't understand why I wasn't in the car with him. After two minutes of me calling him, clapping my hands and tapping the window he decided this was not gonna work for him and he curled up in the back seat to pout. So now he was ticked at me. Great! Hub was not happy and now the dog is ticked. Oh… and I’m not happy! GREAT morning!
Well, Houdini junior was in the back seat, still smiling and waving at me….my antics with the dog had been super entertaining for her. In another MacGyver moment of genius, I think that maybe I could get her to wiggle out of her car seat and unlock a door. The child had escaped almost daily for a week... this should be no problem. Yea. Sure… nothing wrong with this theory.
So I’m talking calmly to her telling her to get out of her seat. I’m using my baby voice and wiggling my shoulders as a demonstration to mimicking her escape. She finds this hilarious. I'm pointing to the button saying "push the button, push the button, honey" and she shows me her belly button. Ok, cute but ineffective. She's giggling and laughing but NOT getting out of the car seat. Sure. Going 70 down the highway she can worm out and hug my neck, but no... When I need her to help me out she's behaved.
At one point a neighbor drove by to stare at me hopping around in the garage, talking to a seemingly empty car. “Move along, nothing to see here”. Its no wonder our neighbors don't talk to us.
The end of the story is that the Hub came and unlocked the door. The dog was happy on the car ride, but very disappointed to find himself at the groomer. Turns out he's a wall hugger. And Stinker wormed her way out of the car seat before we got out of the neighborhood. It’s no wonder I’m exhausted.