Locked Out

So I went babysitting last night. It was going well, the girls were in happy moods and we were having fun playing. Jaelynn (2 years old) then had the urge to go and play outside. I was reluctant to let her because it was pretty chilly and was starting to get dark. But sometimes you can't resist a little one's face.

All was well and we were having a ball playing. Jaelynn then went to throw something away inside. I followed her in and then we went back outside and I had Chloe in my arms. We played for a bit more and then Jaelynn was ready to go back inside and watch her Michael Jackson (with whom she is in absolute love with!) I tried to open the door. It wasn't opening. "It's stuck," I said aloud to no one in particular. I tried again... it didn't open. What happened?

ALHOAMORA YOU STINKING DOOR!

I told Jaelynn to go through the doggy door and unlock the door. I know from experience that she can crawl through the doggy door with ease...

She didn't know how to unlock it. I was trying to talk her through it. "Turn the little tiny nob!" No luck. The frustration of this little one reduced her to tears. I told her to come back outside. I walked to the front of the house to check the front door. Oh great... that was locked, too.

When I walked back to the backyard, Jaelynn was back inside the house screaming her little head off.

My mom suggested I call the mother of Little One to see if they had a spare key anywhere. They told me where to check. It wasn't there. My mom then came over to help me check while I calmed the screaming little one down. Nothing was working. She then cried that she was stuck. "OH MY GOSH. SOMETHING FELL ON HER," was my first thought. My heart started beating fast but I knew I had to stay calm.

While I called Little One's mommy for the garage code, my mom tried to get Jaelynn to come back outside to calm down. Little did we know, "I'm stuck," meant that she was stuck on the other side of their gate they have in their living room to keep dogs from the front room.

My heart calmed down a lot after that was revealed to me. Thank goodness she wasn't hurt!

So I called for the garage code. It wouldn't open all the way so my mom had to crawl through a tiny 12 inch gap. The garage door was locked, too.

I kept praying, "Heavenly Father, please help this little girl calm down. Let her know how to open the door for me. Something!"

Finally after a few calls to the girls mom, my mom got Jaelynn to answer the front door. Half way in! She talked her through how to unlock the screen door. We got in and the rest of the night was dedicated to calming this poor little thing down so she wouldn't totally hate me the next time I came over to babysit.