welcome to the neighborhood

Today Greta, Eloise, and I went over to the new house to drop off some paint and play with the toys Matt brought over there for Greta. I left the diaper bag in the car, but then decided I needed the blanket for Eloise to lay on and play. So I went out to the car with Eloise, instructing Greta to watch from the screen/storm door. The car was only in the driveway, which is what like 10 ft from the front door. I got back to the door and Greta had locked the storm door. I had my car key, but all the other keys were inside with her, along with my cell phone. I tried to get her to unlock it and she tried, but she couldn’t do it. I tried to teach her how to use my cell phone, press the green button (I knew on of the last calls had to be either Matt or my parents). No luck.

I told her to watch from the door again as I walked across the street. No answer. Then I went next door. “Hi, I’m Lucy, your new neighbor. My two year old locked me out of the house, can I use your phone to call my husband?” Thankfully the older couple who lives there was there. I borrowed their cell phone to call Matt, but alas he was not at his desk (he has no cell phone service at work, since his office is 3 floors underground). I left him a message telling him to leave work and go to the condo to get the keys (I never thought to put a key to the storm door on either of our key chains), and come to the house to let Greta out. After a little bit I decided this was silly, since I had no idea if or when he would get my message and it was only 2:30 pm, so he wouldn’t be home for at least 2 hours, and Greta was starting to get a little scared. I decided we would just slit the screen. However, our neighbor was actually able to peel it away a little and reach his arm in to unlock the door.

At one point Greta said “up, up”, meaning she wanted to go upstairs. Thankfully she listened when I said no. In fact the whole time she listened very well and stayed right on the floor on the other side of the door, rather than wandering around the house. The house is definitely not ready for her to be alone anywhere in it. We have no outlet covers, she can open the basement door and easily fall down the steps, etc.

So now we just need to figure out how to keep the lock from working, and also hide a key somewhere or give one to a neighbor. Apparently this couple is the rescue couple since they also broke into someone’s basement to unlock their door when they first moved in. At least I’m not the only one!

P.S. This is the first time Greta was stuck somewhere I couldn’t get to her. I’m just glad it wasn’t the car. I definitely would have panicked a bit more on that one.