Thursday, February 19, 2009

i'm kinda surprised she hadn't ordered a pizza and cracked a beer . . .

Worst morning ever. Ever.

Today is garbage day-so I let Josie watch Curious George while i took out the garbage and recycling. Roxie (the cat) was hovering near the garage door looking like she was going to make a break for it-so I was yelling at her to back away. My cats have never been outside and since the garage door was open I didn't want to let her in the garage through the inner door.

Josie came running when she heard the commotion so I told her to stand guard and not let the kitty into the garage. I closed the door-but didn't shut it completely while I took the bag of recycling out. Josie whipped open the door to see what I was doing and I saw the cat coming up behind her. So-I yelled at her to shut the door. She stood there staring at me-so I went over and shut it completely and said I'd be right back.

I guess she didn't appreciate that. She kept calling to open the door and I talked to her (loudly) during the 20 seconds it took me to separate the glass from the paper/plastic. When I went back to the door-she had locked it. It's one on those doors with the little knob in the doorknob that you turn to lock and unlock.

I tried not to panic. I was totally locked out of the house. The front door was locked. The sliding glass doors were shut and had those security bars pulled down. Not to mention the gate to the backyard was shut (and effectively locked from the outside) so I coudn't even get to the sliding glass doors.

I kept talking to her-trying to get her to unlock the the door or just plain open the door. But she can't turn the front door or garage door doorknobs yet. I spend about 5 mintues pleading with her to unlock the door. Then I had to rethink the situation.

I figured she could probably lift the security bar (though I've yelled at her many a time to NOT do that) and I was sure I hadn't actually locked the sliding door, figuring the bar pretty much does the trick. The only problem was getting through the back yard gate.

I grabbed an empty kitty litter bucket thinking that if I stepped on it, I'd be able to reach over the gate and open it from the inside. I yell to Josie that I'm going to the back door (she's totally quiet by now) and traipse through the wet grass and mud. I stepped on the bucket and reached over the gate but I was still about 6 inches away from the latch. So I tried to climb over. (Shut up! Stop laughing!) Uh, that didn't work.

So I ran back around to the front and tried again to get Josie to unlock the door. Silence. I pound on the door and yell her name. Nothing. I'm starting to really freak out now. I was picturing her inside crying.

Knowing the patio door is really the best bet I found a long handled rolling paint brush and figure maybe with that I could open the gate. Bingo! I climbed on the bucket and used the plastic brush cover thingie to spring the latch. Yay me!

I run up to the door and what do I see?

Josie. Sans pants and socks. Sitting on the couch with the remote in one hand and her juice cup in the other watching Sid the Science Kid. Completely oblivious to me pounding on the glass door.

I FINALLY get her attention and get her to come over to the door (she kept turning her head to watch her show) and convince her to push the security bar up. I open the door and get in the house and immediately burst into tears. She's all "What's the matter Mama?" So I told her she scared me.

"Sorry Mama. Sorry!" And went back to watching her show.

This independent thing is good right? Nevertheless-I'm hiding a key outside somewhere. It's 9am and my heart is still racing. Is it too early to start drinking?

While I try to chill-here's a couple pics of the little darling from last weekend.

Sunday, February 15, 2009


I always think it's adorable, of course, when Josie asks for kisses or hugs. I love the way she hugs-she pats your back while she's holding you.

Josie's really been into The Little Mermaid lately-so much so that I'm CONSTANTLY singing Part of This World both in my head and out loud. Normally when I sing, Josie tells me to "Stop Singing!" which hurts my ego a bit. But apparently, the exception to that is Little Mermaid songs. She actually requests them.

The last couple of days Josie runs up to me and asks for a kiss and she then grabs my head and turns it sideways and plants a HUGE sloppy kiss on me. She just came up and did this and it finally dawned on me what she was doing. We just finished watching Little Mermaid and I totally see now that she's recreating the Ariel/Prince Eric kiss at the end.

I'm waffling between cracking up and being slightly disturbed. But mostly cracking up!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I heart faces-Silly

This is my entry for this week's contest-the theme is Silly. I think this qualifies! Josie's wearing the Mr. Potato Head glasses. Go check out the other entries by clicking here what you can do when you use more than a point and shoot camera!

Well-at least she's polite . . .

Grandma: "Josie-it's time for bed."

Josie: "No thank you."

Monday, February 02, 2009

I heart faces-Eyes

This is my entry for this week's contest on I "Heart" Faces-click on the button below to see other entries. The category for this week is Eyes.