"It seems like the fire department is always at your house"- Tia Nina

Of course something has to happen 10 minutes before we leave for preschool this morning. Ollie locked himself in his room. I contemplated leaving him in there to see what it would be like to only have one baby for the day. (Kidding! sheesh) 
I panicked and called my Dad who tried to talk me through a way to get in the room. We went over all of the options. Take door knob off, use wire hanger to flip lock, knock out the window pane from outside (which I decided against). I ended up calling 9-1-1 for the millionth time this month, OK year.
Three long minutes later sirens were blaring in front of our house and the door was pried open from THREE firemen. I guess it was a slow morning for someone!
Later in the afternoon we went to Lowes to find a new non-lockable door knob for the babies room. I realized AFTER we got home that the stupid door from 1930 needs and exterior door knob. Whatever that is. 


So in order for the babies to sleep with their door shut tonight, this is what we (Kendal) has come up with. Ghetto. I know.