answer to the lock out

I think I may have found an answer to getting locked out by my 2-year-old (I'm glad to say that I haven't been locked out again since the last post.) I saw this really crazy new type of deadbolt. It reads fingerprints to unlock it and lock it. So all I would need is my finger. I wouldn't need to bring my keys with me to walk outside for 3 seconds. I wonder how much one of those deadbolts costs???

So much for being productive

So my morning started off pretty well today. Got Maya off to school on the bus, read some stories with Luke, straightened the kitchen, made myself go to the gym and had a really good workout. When I got home, I figured that I would mow the lawn and take care of the yard while I was already dirty and sweaty from working out. That was going fine. I had a white tank top on that got all dirty from emptying the grass from the mower bag. I turned on the sprinklers and went in to get Luke some lunch. So far, so good. I'm still in a dirty tank top and a pair of shorts, bare feet - I went out and turned off the sprinkler in my back yard. I was out of the house for maybe 3 seconds. When I turned around, Luke had closed the door and managed to deadbolt it. I have no keys, no cell phone, not even shoes on me! I'm talking/yelling to Luke through the back door trying to talk him through unlocking it. I do this for about 10 minutes, getting angry and frustrated at my 2-year-old for doing this to me - AGAIN! (He locked me out last summer as well - I usually take my keys out with me when Luke's in the house, but like I said, I was out the door for 3 seconds and he was supposedly busy eating lunch!!) I went to check if I had left the front door unlocked. Of course it was deadbolted as well. After about 15-20 minutes of trying to get Luke to unlock a door, I give up and walk up the street, bare foot, in a dirty white "wifebeater" tanktop and shorts, to the Centex offices (the people who built my home) and ask our guy Roger if I can use his phone to call my husband, who is at work on call at the hospital. After letting Matt know what was going on, knowing it was a slim chance that he would actually be able to leave and come unlock the door for me (all the while my 2-year-old Luke is just hanging out in the house all by himself), Roger went back to the house with me to see if there was anyway we could get in. It took another 10 minutes to even get Luke to come to a door. What finally did it was Roger's voice. Luke, hearing a man's voice, thought it was Daddy and came running (mommy's voice obviously wasn't worth running to). We talked him through opening the door again, and magically it worked and the door finally opened! I thanked Roger and then called Matt to let him know everything turned out fine. Surprisingly, Matt had gotten permission from his staff to come and help. He was actually on his way home. He, of course, had to turn around and get back to work, but the fact that he had actually been on his way really surprised me.
The most embarassing part? - A toss up between walking around in dirty clothes and bare feet, and the fact that this is the second time Luke has done this to me! I think we'll be investing in a hide-a-key soon.

Aloha!

We're going to Hawaii - it's a little song I sing to myself every day now. It's been 2 years since we were last there (we're addicted to hawaii, so 2 years is a long time to go without). We're headed out in mid May, right after Maya and Matt's birthdays. Hang Loose!

My Luke

So, I've posted about Maya. Now I need to say a little something about Luke. Maya's in school all day each day, so Luke and I get our days to ourselves. Like I said in an earlier post - he is a bouncy boy - I mean, he is literally bouncing all the time. He loves to jump (especially on his sister if she is lying down). Most of the time it is him just having an innocent blast of fun - most of the time. Getting this picture taken was not a simple task. We had to bribe him to that section of the floor with his dinosaurs and then get him to look at the camera for more than a split second (stupid delay on these digital cameras!). Amazingly, we got a pretty darn cute picture out of it (after several tries). I love his blue eyes and his big smile. He loves to smile and give his mommy lots of kisses. When I'm sitting and relaxing on the couch, he'll just come over to me and start laying em on me. I love it! Another cute thing is, he loves the song "I am a Child of God". It's his night time song. (Maya's is my Heavenly Father Loves Me - who needs a recording contract when your biggest fans request a song from you every night and can't fall asleep without it) Back to Luke - he loves that song and will sing it with me every night, usually 3 times in a row (then I have to cut him off - can't give in to all the bedtime delay tactics) It's one of my favorite things - to hear my children sing such sweet songs - 10 years from now, the songs they sing might not be so sweet.

Let go!!

We took the training wheels off of Maya's bike this month. They were doing more harm than good - she was riding at an angle because the training wheels were loose and wouldn't support the bike. I got tired of her complaining, so we took the training wheels off. Luckily we live in a culdesac, so there is minimal traffic which makes learning to ride more doable. There are lots of neighborhood kids out riding every night (Love the Texas weather) so they even cheered her on as she practiced. Didn't take too long for her to get the hang of it. Now she begs every chance she can get to go out and ride her bike.

Teach Maya to ride a bike - check. . . Teach Luke not to run off every chance he gets - I wish! That boy is fast! For some reason he thinks "stop", "turn around" and "come here" mean "run away from mom as fast as you can!" But that's another story - just think superwalmart and code adam over the loud speaker.

Strike a pose!

Maya, Maya, Maya. I've noticed a trend with her lately. She notices that something she (or she and Luke together) is doing is cute. She'll ask me if I think it's cute, which as a mother, I usually think my children are pretty cute (I'm biased, I know), so I say yes. Well, once she gets confirmation from me that she's cute, she asks "Don't you want to take a picture?" How do you say no to that. Without her suggesting that I take pictures of her's and Luke's cuteness, we wouldn't have half of the pictures we do.

Both of these pictures were taken at Maya's request. In the top one, I guess she thought she would look sweeter if she pretended to be asleep for the picture (that she asked me to take) - What a ham!

Giving In

Okay, so I'm finally giving in to the whole blog thing. It's what all the other kids are doing. I've been holding off because I wasn't sure I'd have anything interesting to say, or anything at all to say (I tend to listen rather than speak), but I've noticed that with age I'm much more opinionated and can't always stop myself from sharing those opinions. I have a facebook page and my family has a website, so I've also put off blogging because it would be one more thing to keep up with. But, not all my friends are members of those things, and I have loved reading your blogs! So, since I've been reading yours, I figure I should let you read something of mine. And I get to post lots of pics of my little family (not many pics of me b/c Matt isn't home too much - I'm the one taking all the pics) Hope you enjoy!

The picture above was from our Christmas card. (If you didn't get one then I probably don't have your address. Send it my way and I'll gladly include you). My husband Matt (a great looking guy, don't you think?) is holding our 2-year-old Luke (a very bouncy boy) and our 5-year-old Maya (always ready for the camera) is sitting between us. So here we are - I'll do my best to keep all this up to date.