Breaking and Entering

Okay, so today was such a fun day, with a really funny ending.  We left home at 8:30 am to go on a field trip with Adair's class to see Hanzel and Gretel at Birmingham Children's Theatre.  We had a great time and I would highly reccommend the Wee Folks series if you've never been.  Adair and her classmates loved it.

After the play, we ventured over to the zoo to meet up with some friends and enjoy the beautiful weather.  On the train ride, we got a glimpse of the newest member of the zoo family, Bowagi, a 13,000 lb. male elephant.  The new exhibit, Trails of Africa, opens in March and Adair can hardly wait .

Next it was on to Kindermusik, one of Adair's favorite weekly activities and then to the dentist.  Adair was running on fumes after not napping and being so busy, so she had a total meltdown while they tried to clean her teeth.  By 3:30 pm, and after such a tramatic experience, we were both ready to go home cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie.

Well, that's not exactly how the afternoon went. When I got to the door, unlocked it, and went to open it, the handle wouldn't budge...we were locked out of our own house.  I know this happens to people in cars alot, but your own house...I'm sure you are wondering "how is that possible?".

You see, our house is 83 years old and has the original door and door knob from 1928.  Perhaps, they still make locks like this, but ours is the only one I've ever seen. The door knob has a little button on the inside of it that if it's pushed in you can't push the handle down to open the door (it's a nice safety feature when you are inside the house). Well, this little button in a favorite "toy" of Adair's, she loves to push it in and out, in and out.  Unknown to me, she must have been playing with it this morning when we came in to make our picnic lunch and asked her to shut the door behind us.

To make matters worse, we don't have a key to our back door dead bolt, which, of course, was also locked.  And to make matter much worse, Hank is out of town all week.  So, I called the next person in line to fix my problems...my dad.  Thankfully (or maybe not) he was able to find a way to get in through the window and save us from having to break a window or pay a locksmith.  I did manage to snap a few pictures of the event.  Adair thought it was quiet humorous to be crawling through our window.  We finally walked in the door at 6:00 pm, breathed a sigh of relief and started our bedtime routine.  Now on to finding a way to keep that little button from getting pushed in...