peek-a-boo.

Peek-a-boo has become baby P's favorite game. He'll hide behind the couch, his crib, the kitchen island, and just about anything else. Then he will peep his head around and start laughing hysterically. It's really cute, actually. Today's game of peek-a-boo was not so cute. I had just got home from picking P up from Beme's house. I had left the diaper bag and my purse in the car, so I dropped P off just inside the front door, shut the door behind me, and hurried to get the stuff from the car. Phoenix always watches through the side-light windows, with his face smashed against the glass, until I come back. I do this everyday. It is quite difficult unloading the car carrying a 24-pound kid in one arm and everything else in the other. Trust me. So, I get back to the front door....locked. Oh my god! I had locked myself out of my own house. And my baby boy was inside. I can honestly say that this was the first time I have experienced sheer panic since P was born. I think I handled the situation fairly well, considering how bad I was freaking out! I had my purse, and thank God, my cell phone, with me. So I immediately took out a credit card and attempted to jimmy the door open. I called Taylor to make sure there wasn't a hide-a-key somewhere. He called his mom who lives 10 minutes away to come open the front door. Both of our parents have keys to our house, which was one of the smartest decisions we ever made. Now remember, P is inside while I am scrambling outside to figure something out. His face is smashed against the glass. He is licking the glass and making pig faces. Quite funny, actually. I think I cracked a slight smile in response to his hilarious faces. I couldn't resist. Even amidst the panic. I am trying to keep P entertained at the front door. I was terrified that he would walk away, and I wouldn't be able to see what he was getting into. So, what did I do? We played a little game of peek-a-boo. I would hide in front of the door, then pop my head to one side-light or the other, and scream "peek-a-boo". P just chuckled and played along. Our game-playing kept P at the front door just long enough for me to finally pop the door open with a credit card. Thank goodness! I guess I locked the door out of habit when I ran outside to get the stuff out of the car. I still swear P locked the door behind me. Either way, I will make sure this does not happen again. Despite my panic and desperation in the situation, I'm sure the neighbors got a good laugh.