sweater/earrings ~ stolen from our sale from nora
leggings ~ Dots
boots ~ Minnetonka Moccasins, thrifted
a little over six years ago, when i was pregnant with eva...big pregnant, probably seven months along, chris went out of town for the weekend. it was just me and 1.5 year old henry. we were having a grand ol' time, having some mommy and son time.
and then henry ran into the bathroom and locked the door. i'm sure many of you know that kids can get into trouble within a matter of seconds. he wanted to sit on the big boy potty, so i told him to go into the bathroom....little did i know that he would lock the door.
so there i was, trying to unlock the door with anything i could find. of course we have an old house, so the lock takes a skeleton key. i am not a thief, or even a resourceful person when it comes to doing things like this. chris, on the other hand, is a regular mcgyver (mcgruber), and would have had that door opened in a matter of seconds...but he was out of town. so instead, i tried to explain to my (evil) laughing 1.5 year old son how to unlock the door. and i could hear that all he was doing was playing with the faucet. so i moved onto my second plan....crawl through the window.
outside of henry's room is a balcony...and that balcony is probably four feet from the bathroom window. in my panicky mom fever, i thought it would be a good idea to somehow scale the wall from the balcony to the window and then break the screen to get into the bathroom. pregnant. seven months pregnant. so i called my sister and said, "ok carrie, i am going to try to climb to the window. if you hear me fall or don't hear anything at all, hang up and call 911." to which she replied, "absolutely not." i was in a panic so clearly i wasn't thinking straight.
in the end, i told henry very calmly to stand as still as he could and to not touch anything. i then went running, as fast as a seven months pregnant mom can run – crying hysterically the whole way (hormones) – to my neighbor's house to ask if he had a very tall ladder (the bathroom is on the second floor). he did, and i climbed it, broke the screen, only to find henry calmly sitting on the big boy potty. he had no clue.
it was then that i started to think monkey back pack kid leashes were an ok idea.