Breaking Down the Door

Yesterday I broke down her door. She had locked herslef in and since it's an antique lock, there was no way to pick it. I was downstairs; she was in her room playing when I hear, "Mommy, help! I'm stuck!" Her cries quickly went from sad, to hurt, to panicked. Of course, I'm panicking too! I'm envisioning her falling our her window, barely hanging on, or maybe hanging from a window blind cord.

Then she stops yelling and I really freak out.

I broke in--the door shattered, the lock flew in small pieces across the room. She was on top of her bunk bed with her little foot was stuck in the slats of her bed.

I have never been more relieved to be a stay-at-home mom. Stuff happens and when it happens I want to be the one snuggling, rocking, and comforting her.

"Mommy, you saved me!"

I've never felt more like a warrior princess.

Eagle project

Getty Museum Masks

Getty

Three

Half-pints and Full-pints

Double-boxing

Sweet Smile

I ask V to chop up a salad... He's a thorough kind of guy

Santa Monica Pier, "Mom, can I jump?"

J running down the balance beam

V's getting big

J at the pier

J's new headwrap he made himself

Waiting at Benihana

Waiting at Benihana, V's joke: "This place is so cheap, they don't even have a kitchen to cook in. They have to cook in front of you!"