Ever since I had my son I feel more like "Noah's Mom" than Jessica. So I started this blog thinking that it would be the one thing in my life that would be separate from him. Something all to myself. But he is such a large part of my life, it would be futile to try and exclude him. So instead I'm using this blog as a diary for Noah to read one day. Hopefully he'll find humor in today's blog entry and forgive me for my flaws.
It's been scorching hot lately so we decided to make a play date with another mommy and her toddler to go to the beach. I changed Noah's diaper and put on his SPF and decided to put on the rest of his clothes outside while we waited for our play date. With everything in hand I told Noah "Let's go". He was having such a good time sitting in his pool float that he didn't want to budge. So I told him, "Okay, Mama's leaving" and went into the garage to load the car. Once or twice before I have done the same thing in hopes of teaching him that I mean business when I say I'm leaving. Like before he followed me to the garage and jiggled the door knob. With a little smirk on my face because of his predictability, I walked to the door to let him out. But the door was locked!!! He locked himself inside when he was jiggling the knob. I felt my legs go weak and I started pounding on the door calling "Noah! Noah! Noah!" No response. I grabbed my cell phone from the car and called Bryan to come home immediately. I started pounding on the door again and calling his name. Still no answer. I go to the back sliding glass door where the blinds were slightly opened and started pounding and calling his name over and over. I didn't see him and still no response. It's so unlike him that I started to freak out. I go back to the garage door and pounded frantically. Nothing. I took a second to compose myself and calmly said, "Noah, you locked Mama out. Mama can't open the door. Can you open the door for Mama?" Then I finally heard him make a peep. He jiggled the knob but he couldn't open it so I tell him to meet me at the back glass door. He goes to the back and swings the blinds open a bit further. There we stand separated by glass trying to touch each other's hands. For the next 40 minutes I talked to him, played peekaboo and waited for Baba to come home. He's wearing nothing but diapers and a head full of sweat and I have sunburned calves. Our play date arrives and she brings me boba iced tea. He looked at me longingly as I took a sip. My poor baby. Just then Baba walks up from right behind him and unlocks the sliding door. I rushed into the house, gave him a big hug and noticed that the music was on. He had climbed on the chair and turned on the radio! I guess he was enjoying being home alone. I have learned my lesson and am grateful that he is safe and sound. But can you believe a few days later we saw him flip the lock to the unlock position on the sliding glass door?
