I have a great "how to" for ya!

 

"HOW TO" GET YOUR BABY OUT OF THE BATHROOM WITHOUT DIALING 911!

Has this ever happen to you?

Did you immediately call for a professional?

Did it result in a lot of unnecessary destruction?

Well, with just a few easy steps I can show you how to D.I.Y.!

HaHaHa

but all joking aside, this was my day yesterday! 

I spent over 35minutes staring at that little eye!

And these little fingers, trying to GET HIM OUT!!!!!

It started with Jay saying-

"Mom, Henry is trapped in the bathroom!!!!"

Right now you're probably thinking, "How could that even happen?"

The poor kid pulled the bottom drawer out. So there I am staring at my kid thinking,

"the door swings in, the hinges are on the inside. My hand won't fit through the side, or under the door.

WHAT DO I DO?"

So I had Jay, and Lay try. No go. their hands couldn't fit either.

I got a pencil and shoved it through the door and tried to slide the drawer shut, but Henry was leaning on it! That made the drawer 25lbs heavier so it wouldn't budge!

He also kept pulling the pencils away, the little turkey!

I just kept saying,- "Henry baby, shut the drawer!"

"Hen just shut the drawer!"

"Can you get off the drawer baby?"

As if he was going to understand or something!

I was really freaking out by now because Henry was so hysterical, so I called Tom.

By the way Tom rarely answers the phone. It is one of his character traits that I have not been able to "fix" (he also still hates to share his food, the weirdo!) so I have developed a system for when I call him.

#1.- no message = call back if you want, whenever.

#2.- message = listen to it, and call me back.

#3.- no message two times in a row = you had better answer the second call or I'll kill you! It Actually means an emergency, but either way it translates to an angry wife if he doesn't answer!

Don't judge him too harshly. Whenever I get angry with Tom my friends always say,

"Ya, but he cleans up without being asked, so you can't complain!"

So back to my story, Tom answered my second call! The system worked!

So he starts questioning me, and giving me suggestions. He said I should throw something that Henry likes through the crack so that "Hank the Tank" would get off the drawer. Good idea in theory, but the hole was so small we just hit Hen with the stuff which made him scream even louder! I was almost regretting using "#3." on him but then he offered to come home to help!  What a sweetie. So I got off the phone with him and called Jen. She said that another friend of ours had had the same thing happen to one of her kids.

I was so excited!

I must have been inspired to call her!

She had the information I needed!

She was going to save the day!

And then she told me that they had just slowly inched the drawer forward  by sliding something

through the door and slowly pushing it shut!

 SHOOT!

I should have realized it was to good to be true!

They never had a 25lb baby, come to think of it who really does?

Oh ya, me! I have the muscles to prove it! 

By this time I was so freaking out.

You can only take your kid freaking out on the other side of a door for so long before it seems like the end of the world! I was about to lose my "Mother of the year badge" and everything!

So I asked her if she thought I should call 911.

No one wants to ever call 911.

Then you have like 20 fire trucks come screaming over.

All the neighbors start appearing, and multiplying, and duplicating, and the next thing you know,

you're the neighbor who got your kid stuck in the bathroom for the rest of eternity!

I'm not lying, that happened to the people 2 doors down. They had 6 firetrucks, 1 water truck, and 1 police chief truck come over one night, and now there known as the people who "smelled smoke" in their attic. Everyone came out to see what had happened. It was a huge block party!!!

So we debated what they would do for a while, 

and then it came to me!

I didn't need the fire department! I needed a saw!

So this first pic shows how there was no way I could  have hurt Hen. You can see the drawer 2 inches above the saw, and Henry was leaning "SUPERMAN" style on the top of the drawer.

Once I cut the bottom off

I shoved my hand through,

got it stuck for a while,

wiggled it just the right way,

and reached the end of the drawer!

Jay was taking all of these pics by the way. It was Jens idea, so when I went to get the saw I grabbed the camera and let Jay snap away.

Isn't this such an adorably pathetic pic?

He was so mad at us when we got him out...

For about three seconds!

I was shaking  for at least an hour after this!

It was horrible, but I can already laugh at it too.

                                                                                          p.s. I hate the pics of me, and am mortified at the
                                                                                                state of my toes, but it is what it is!

p.p.s. I can finally use videos again so I had to add this. No one will probably see it but me, but it is funny. Funny in a horribly sad sort of way I mean!