Est. 2000

OK, somebody buy me a hide-a-key box RIGHT NOW!!! I haven't locked the keys in the car for 10 years, and now I've done it twice in three weeks!!! DUH!!! And I thought the last story was exciting.
So, I take the kids with me down to Salt Lake to pick up the wall mount for our new TV (that's a whole different story) which I had found on the KSl classifieds for $37 rather than in the store for $100+. I'm such a great shopper, I know. Not so great at not locking my keys in. . .So, I get to where I'm going, I think, and Cohen has fallen dead asleep. I figured that since we drove about 30 minutes there, if he just kept sleeping and slept the 30 minutes home too, that would be a half decent nap and would be better than waking him up because he's a power-napper, so to him 30 minutes is as good as 3 hours. It's at this old house thats been turned into a business, and there are trees all around the small parking lot, and only one other car in the parking lot. I figured it belonged to the guy I was meeting. Now I had the thought to just call the guy and have him bring the dang thing out since I was paying him cash anyhow and we could just do all of our business in the parking lot. But if I had done that, I wouldn't have this highly entertaining story to tell, now would I? So the thoughts in my head go like this: "I don't want to wake up Cohen. There is NOBODY else here. It's a pretty secluded spot. We're even parked in the shade. I will HONESTLY be 2 seconds. I'll just run in and tell the guy to bring it out real quick because my kid is asleep in the car. OK, leave the air conditioner on at least." So I leave the keys in the ignition and leave the a/c on and get out of the car to get Evan. I pull him out of the car and then say to myself "Well, you should lock the doors, lock him IN, just in case. . ." which I do. You can guess my next thought. IDIOT!!!!! So I call the guy and tell him to come on out cuz I just locked my kid and keys in the car. . .and we end up doing business in the parking lot anyways. Too bad I wasn't even at the right place and he had to walk across the street to get to me, hu?!
I take a moment to knock on the window to try and wake Cohen up, but then I realize that he doesn't know how to unlock the door, or open it on his own, and he's also strapped into his carseat and so wouldn't be able to reach the handle anyways. I decide to leave him sleeping.

Now, I finally get up my courage and call 911 to admit what a bad mother I am. It goes a little something like this:
911: 911 Emergency, do you need police, fire department, or ambulance?
Me: Um. . .probably police. I've locked my sleeping 2 year old son in the car.
911: What address are you at?
Me: Blah blah blah. . .
911: Is the car running?
Me: No, but the air conditioner is on (like that makes me not so lame)
911: OK, well it's policy to send the fire department out in a case like this, so they'll be on their way.
Great, like a police car isn't inconspicuous enough.

So, about 4 minutes late the fire truck pulls up, three guys get out, lugging all of their paramedic gear with them. . .oh, and this really long skinny pole and a wooden wedge that unlocks the car in about 20 seconds. . .much quicker than a cop with a slim jim thats not long enough, just so you know. Cohen sleeps through all of this, until they open his door and wake him up to ask him if he's OK, consequently dashing all of my good intentions to keep him asleep until we get home. Again, DUH!!!



Just then a cop pulls up to give me a lecture on locking my kids in the car, even if I don't lock the keys in, and even if it's just going to be 2 seconds because 'he saw the same kind of thing in Tampa Florida where the mom was going to be gone just 2 seconds, and some crack-head broke the window and drove off with her 2 kids. . .blah blah blah.' OK, first of all we're in Holladay, not Tampa. . .so after making one lame excuse I stood there and took my lecture like a good girl, and thanked him, and said 'yes, sir' and all that. Firemen are so much more laid back and friendly than cops are. . .

By now, Cohen has noticed the 'beep' (thats Cohen for fire truck) and of course wants to get out. Poor kid has been through so much and doesn't even know it, plus I want to get a few photos of the experience, so I get him out of the car. We go take some nice pictures with the firemen and firetruck, and then strap everybody back in and get on our way.



So, the good thing about all of this is that I locked Cohen in the car as well as the keys, because if I had only locked the keys in I would probably have had to call a locksmith and payed $50 to get them out again. But 'lucky' for me, I had locked my firstborn in there, so I got my keys back for free. . .

Just nominate me for the "Mother of the Year Award" right?!!

Here's a few cute pictures of the boys lately.

Evan must have wiggled around a lot before falling asleep!!


Cohen and Riley. . .look at poor Riley's face, like 'Please save me!!'


Cohen praying with the cast during Nauvoo Pageant rehearsals


Cohen loves to spray the hose, this one was pointed at Jared.


Apparently I didn't put the lid back on the Cetaphil before I came upstairs. . .I was wondering why it was so quiet!