crazy evening....

[jdesai]

DD scared me to death yesterday evening. I was cooking in the evening and dd was doing her homework, ds was playing. After i was done cooking, ds was sleeping so he was a little fussy. His crib is in our bedroom so i go to the bedroom to put him to sleep but our bedroom door was locked. I call my dd and no response, i knock/bang on the door, no response. I call hubby and he was on his way home so i wait for him. In the mean time i try to open the lock, bang on the door some more, call her out but no response. Finally hubby is home and takes the lock out. You know where this is going, right? DD is sleeping peacefully on our bed.

When hubby was putting door knob lock, she says "you should've just just knocked on the door and i would've opened it."

Have your kid(s) done something to scare you to death?

 

[Kristine]

Oh goodness! I would have freaked out!

Luckily my kids haven't done anything like that while I've been at home, but when my youngest was about 2, I was going to a parents evening at school, and SO were supposed to be home with the kids. He got a call from work, so he asked my other DD (6 at the time) to keep an eye on her sister and went into the office (at home, not his work office). After a while the door-bell rang, and it was someone from our road bringing the 2-year old home. She had gone off to find me, wearing her pyjamas and wellies, and her sister had been watching telly so she didn't notice. Our road has hardly any traffic, but she was found just as she was going onto the main (slightly more traffic) road. The people who found her didn't know her, but they rang the doorbell of the nearest house, and luckily they knew us, so they brought her home. I'm so glad I didn't know about this until it was over - I don't know what I would have done. We are also lucky she walked that way, in the other direction the road we live in goes into the forest where there's no houses and a big river.

 

[karen perry]

omg i would of freaked to bless her

I have a similar story to kristine,when rhys was 18 months old he was supposedly in the garden with my dad while he was gardening,but my dad had left the back gate open,we knew nothing about it till a neighbour knocked the door carrying this toddler and asking if he was mine took me a while to realise it was rhys lol i sure got a telling off from Si when i told him

 

[mrs2a50]

You had to know I'd have a "kid" story, right?

Roxy had just turned 1, and we had a Dodge truck with a canopy on it. The little turd had figured out how to open the canopy from the inside (no lie!) so we had to run a bungy cord from the handle to the bumper so she couldn't pop it open while we were away from the truck. I was out running errands one Friday, came out from the store, took the bungy off, and forgot to make sure the canopy was still latched. Started the truck, left the parking lot, got on the freeway, went about 5 miles or so when I noticed the canopy was up. Threw it in park at a stoplight, ran back to close the canopy ... and I only have one dog back there. Abby, but no Roxy. I had a complete and total meltdown right there in the middle of the street. Long story short, she had either jumped or fallen out just as I was pulling out of my parking spot at the strip mall, and some nice man saw it happen. He took her to a pet store in the mall and they called the numbers on her collar - my home (no answer) and my work. They got my boss, who called my cell phone, and I headed back to the strip mall to pick up my dog. Who BTW thought that was the greatest adventure ever and had a wonderful time meeting all these nice new people! LOL!

John got home that night and I told him I am never, EVER driving that truck again with the dogs back there. So we went out that weekend and bought the Tahoe. And Roxy chewed the rear window defrost cords that very weekend. But that's another story!

 

[renee82]

I'm sure that my kids have done something... we wear our hearts on our sleeves, don't we...

I do have a similar story to Jenna's. About a year and a half ago, I was home alone with my boys then 3 and 1. I'd put Mathieu down for his nap and went downstaire to play with Caleb. He needed help to go to the bathroom and as I go into the bathroom, Caleb shuts the door behind us and I hear an unusual "click" . I immediatley knew what was wrong. It was locked and I couldn't get the door open. It was 2pm in the afternoon, Adrien wouldn't be home until at least 5:30pm and we were in a basement bathroom surrounded by sound barrier cement walls. I tried not to panick. All I could think of was what happens when Mathieu wakes up in his crib and no ones comes to get him. I tried the handles a few times and it wouldn't work and at this point Caleb knew there was something wrong. I made him sit in the shower with the door closed and tried to break the door with the handle from our central vac.. .yeah I know, not a great idea but the door is hollow in the middle so I figured I had to try something. I was of course scaring poor Caleb but I really didn't know what to do. No one would hear us down there. I searched the bathroom for something, anything and finally came across a bobby pin and figured I could mayb use it to pull the latch. After about two tries I pried the sucker open! I was so relieved I wanted to cry. I just couldn't stop worrying about poor Mathieu all alone in his crib and how awful we would feel and how awful I would feel when I could hear him crying out for me and I couldn't be there. Note to self: ALWAYS bring the phone to the bathroom with you! lol!

 

[Kelleanne]

I remember when my first son was 18 months old my husband was out of town and we were in the living room. I went out onto the back porch to throw the trash out really quick and the second I cleared the door my son shut it and pulled down the handle so it locked. All the other doors in the house were locked and I was stuck outside. It was a clear glass sliding door and kept trying to motion to him how to push the door handle up, but what can you teach an 18 month old. Well after a few minutes he was panicking and crying his eyes out on the other side of the door. I start panicking of course and run to the neighbors, who isn't home. Finally after walking around in a panic for 10 minutes I decide I have to do something. I could hear my poor son crying like crazy inside. Luckily (or unluckily depending on how you look at it) we had locked our keys out of the house a few days before and my husband broke in through one of the windows and I remembered how he had done it. So I broke into the basement and got the ladder and then broke in through the bathroom window. We were both so relieved that I think we didn't stop hugging the rest of the day.

I know that in hind sight it probably wasn't dire, but it sure felt like it to me at the time.

 

[Lisa Carroll]

Wow. Those are some scary stories. Glad everything turned out ok. So far DS hasn't done anything like that yet. But I do remember when I was a kid and my little brother was about 2 he got out of the house and we couldn't find him. It took awhile to find him but my parents finally found him walking down this really busy road near our house a couple miles from the house.