Last night we all took Aunt Joyce out for her B-day. It has become the custom in our ladies group to take each other out for dinner on our b-days. Plus it gives some of us a night to say " Only the baby can go , girls only, can you watch the kids tonight?" YEAH!! A whole meal that I won't have to share with anyone if I don't want to! Anyway, we always get started telling all of our stories that have happened since the last b-day. Unfortunately , Aunt Devrun always seems to be completely humiliated by the time we leave, or so she would have us think! My Mother is always the one leading the charge to see how red we can get Aunt Dev to turn. It is the litmus test of how much fun we had! ( Love and Kisses Aunt Dev!)
One of the ladies is our group has two kids about as close together as my two youngest. So, we always have a lot to talk about, and her mother still has a nine year old boy at home too. We always get to giggling about what our kids have said or done , it truly is comforting to know you aren't the only one out there !
All this to say I forgot to post a very important happening that I remembered last night as I was sharing it with the " girls".
One morning I had put Noah down on the bed in my room so I could blow dry my hair and keep an eye on him and what was going on in the boys room at the same time. Everyone knows how slippery Owen is ... He went in my room , OK no big deal, he is probably just looking at what I've got on the TV right? Wrong, he ran in the room and shut the door and LOCKED it. UGH!!!! I ran around the house for it seemed like hours , trying to find the little key thing that will unlock the door. I couldn't find it anywhere , and was starting to get a little panicked. Connor was totally panicked by this time because I try really hard not to let them see me get to worried about anything , but I was nearing tears pretty quick and he knew it. OK , I can't find the key thingy, what else can I use? A bobby pin? Nah , that didn't work. A knife? Nope! The whole thing didn't last very long , but it felt like hours and all I could think was Owen was in there alone with baby and he can climb up on the bed with him ! Well, finally just as I was about to call Brent and see what he thought I should do, Noah started screaming. I went , cold , then hot , then cold again. I had to get in the room , what if Owen was about to pull him off the bed or was covering him up with the blanket?! So here is where the title comes it ... I felt like one of those officers on "COPS" with the theme music running in my head. I put both hands on either side of the door jam, reared back and kicked as hard as I could. The door went flying open , along with the kick plate and door jam on the inside of the room. OH MY GOSH! Are you kidding me ? I just kicked my bedroom door in! There stood Owen at the end of the bed with his fat little hand around Noah's ankle getting ready to pull... I was totally sick to my stomach ,but laughed when I looked at Connor. He looked like he was going to pass out he was so shocked! " Moooom , look what you did!! You broke the whole thing! ".
That's right , don't mess with me ! I'm all about kicking down doors and taking numbers! I'm Super Mom