Two lil’ monsters, jumping on the bed…

Two little monsters, jumping on the bed.

Two little reasons for mom’s pounding head.

Mama took some aspirin, smiled and said,

“PPPLEEEAASSEEE just go to sleep!”


It’s been a little over a month since we welcomed our sweet boy into the family. We are now even, two men and two ladies in the house! For those of you who might have wondered what our life now looks like with two kids, here’s a glimpse of a day in the life:

It was evening.  I swooped up my son and carried him to his room.  I sat down in our rocking chair, started quietly singing a hymn, and gazed into his sleepy eyes. I stroked his forehead, and watched his eyelids get heavier and heavier, until he finally drifted off to sleep.  I stopped singing and listened to his little squeaks, each inhale and exhale in rhythm with the to and fro of the rocking chair.  I felt happy, but also sad, thinking of this same routine I used to do with my baby girl, whose independent footsteps I can now hear, prancing on the creaky hardwood floor in the next room.  I smiled, and thanked God for the two little gifts He so graciously bestowed upon me.  Motherhood is… beautiful.

And there you have it! This is what it’s been like having two kids…. The En….


Ok fine, here’s what happened before and after:

After one too many sleepless nights with a baby who is ALWAYS hungry, and one too many tiresome days with a needy toddler and newborn… this mama needed this baby to sleep, and this mama needed some wine…

I was desperate for a moment to myself, without tiny humans constantly touching me, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

As I tried to rock him to sleep, my daughter ran in the room, yelling and trying to “help” rock the rocking chair, until my husband gently coaxed her out.  Once he was asleep, in the middle of transferring him to his cradle, my daughter started screaming and crying because she didn’t want to go to sleep.  My husband took her to her room and started her bedtime routine.  After I laid down the boy, I went to help out my hubby with the girl.  She was refusing to brush teeth, with much kicking and whining, so I told her we’d sing some songs together before lights out. That worked (at least this time), and she happily let me brush her teeth.  We sang about the moon, she was happy.  I shut the door, she started screaming again.  I let out a sigh and walked into the next room, where I locked eyes with my equally tired hubby, who let out the same sigh, because the boy was also awake, and screaming.

And there was my glass of wine, just sitting there… so close, yet so far…

And that’s what it’s really been like having two kids…. The En….

Ok fine, here’s the real truth:

Both those scenarios are true and happened within minutes of each other, and that’s what it’s REALLY been like having two kids. I’m tired out of my mind, so full of joy and love that I could cry (and DO cry) at any moment, so frustrated to point that I could scream, and so content and grateful for the blessings of children God has given me.

Getting used to two kiddos (ages two and under) has not been easy.  We are learning, and slowly getting better at it, but man, it’s been a ride already…

I really never thought I’d utter the words, “Hey! Don’t put your quesadilla on your brother’s face!”, but sentences like that are just normal now.  I’ll add it to the list with, “Hey, don’t take out the pillow fluff and throw it behind the couch!”, and “NNOOOOO, please put down mommy’s cup of coffee… Ok, walk slowly. Ok, just put it there. Not on the cou… ok, it’s on the couch… Ok, just set it down. Good.  Hey, you didn’t spill! Nice, kid!”

(all words spoken while feeding Bear and no arms available to stop Joy from doing anything)

I never thought that within the first two hours of me being at home by myself with the kids, that a large, seriously possessed squirrel would run inside the house! (Yes, this happened).  As it leaped and bounded around the den, knocking over plants and running into walls, I frantically ran and carried the kids to another room, praying that no one would get rabies on my first day on the job… That would be an epic mom fail!  I didn’t have time to google animal control, so I called my husband, and when he answered, all I could blurt out was, “There’s a #%@^&!* squirrel in the houssseee!!!!” He quickly googled for me 🙂

After the nice animal control man took care of the squirrel, I called my husband back and cried, and then burst out laughing. This would, in fact, happen to me… especially after expressing my nervousness about being outnumbered by the kids. I’m still waiting to hear from God about what the heck happened there… Was there a reason that squirrel looked me straight in the eye and booked it in the house?? I’d like to know the answer…

Anyway, I digress….

I know parents of any number of kids, 1 to 100,  have similar stories, similar frustrations, and similar feelings of love and fulfillment.  I just hope the moms of two, three, four kids and beyond don’t judge me too harshly for being a newbie. I know I’ll get to where they are, and maybe one day I’ll be able to say, “Once you have two, you can have a ton more and it won’t be as hard”.

I’m not there yet, but I do know that I love these little monsters…. The End.




Vintage Car Nursery

While mama has been quickly expanding around the mid-section (and other areas), we have been getting everything prepared for our quickly expanding family!

It took a while to get around to it (this is, of course, the 2nd kid), but we finally finished the nursery!  Luckily, big sister was so excited to move to her purple, big girl room, that she willingly gave up her old room to her little bro… No drama for this mama!

Since my hubby’s first car was a vintage ’67 mustang, we decided that a car themed nursery would fit us just right!  We even framed a couple pics of my hubby’s first car to hang in the room.

Nursery Collage

Luckily, we had enough time in advance to refurb at least one piece in the nursery.  My mom found this “well-loved” dresser at a garage sale.  We just taped off a few areas and painted it with matte gray-blue paint.

Nursery B-A

We found a plastic grill at a local swap meet, and decided to “faux” it to make it look like rusted metal.  This is seriously so easy, and you can do it on cardboard letters or anything you want to look like old metal.

All you need:

  • Metal colored spray paint (or just acrylic paint)
  • Paintbrush or sponge brush
  • Cinnamon


  • Spray or paint your item. While it’s still wet, sprinkle cinnamon on the paint, heavier on some parts, lighter on others.
  • Take a paint brush or sponge and lightly press in the cinnamon.
  • Layer with paint and cinnamon as you see fit
  • You should probably seal it after… I haven’t done that yet…

No before pic, but it was shiny silver plastic…

Nursery Rust

Lastly, as a very special present, my mom made a custom cross-stitch pillow that says our boy’s name! (big sister also had a custom g-ma pillow in her nursery too!)

Nursery Bear Pillow

We are happy to get this checked off the list! Next item…. labor I guess….

“It’s Just a Season”

It was one of those moments, an out of body experience….

After a long day of me being home with the kid, and the hubby’s long day at work, we were all sitting in the den quietly watching “Daniel Tiger” while the kiddo played with her toys.

We were just laying on the couch, not moving, not saying anything, and all of a sudden, my hubby turns to me very seriously and says, “I feel like I’m Tigee.” (Daniel Tiger’s beloved stuffed animal) and in that moment, I looked around the room, toys everywhere, exhausted, me in frumpy clothes and 6 months pregnant, crazy toddler, and the realization that maybe we watch too many cartoons…. I thought to myself… “Something terrible has happened here! What happened to us?” And then I errupted in laughter. How could you not, when after Tigee finished singing “I’m Tigee, that’s me, I’m silly! Woo Hoo!” your husband has a deep moment and decides to proclaim that’s who he is… and it’s basically true.

It was one of those moments when we both went “Wow, it has come to this…”  We are truly and completely immersed into toddler parenthood…

This specific parenting season has been tough.  The amount of times I hear “No!” and say “No!” is too many to count.  Getting the toddler to eat is exhausting, two year old molars make everyone miserable, and the floor tantrums while I’m trying to use the bathroom are something I could live without.  I’m a little terrified that we are bringing another minion into the world in just a few months!….   But it’s our season.  I’m trying not to pout about it, which is hard. Every season has difficulties, some worse than others, but there’s always refining to be done, lessons to be learned, and finding joy in all circumstances. (So I hear….)

So for all ya’ll in the same season, I cry with you! Here’s a little peak into a day in the life of: JUST GETTING MY DAUGHTER TO EAT WITHOUT THROWING A HISSY FIT!!!!

1.  All beverages must have ice in them.  But you can’t just put ice in the sippy cup, she must hold the ice cube for as long as she chooses and will then plop it into her cup herself.  Tantrum averted.

2.  Applesauce is a must. But you can’t just hand over an applesauce pouch. No way! First, you must put the whole box of applesauces on the floor, then she will choose her pouch, run around with it until she asks for help. At this point, I will break the seal of the pouch and let her, of course, unscrew the cap herself, let her throw away the cap, and then finally…. applesauce time.  (will usually repeat this twice, since one pouch is not enough) Hooray, no crying.

3. Singing while eating.  My kid LOVES to sing. So in order to get her to eat another bite, sometimes we will sing “The Wheels on the Bus” as a reward.  The problem is it’s after every. single. bite. The wipers on the bus part is her favorite, but that’s verse 2… out of 3.  Each time. No pouty faces here!

4.  Pretending that her food is my food.  It’s stupid, but it works.  She will basically eat anything off of my plate, especially if I say “Do you want anymore of mommy’s chicken?”  The problem is that when I’m actually trying to eat myself, I don’t want to share my food… the nerve, mommy! So there’s usually a tantrum, but whatever kid… deal!

I think my husband’s face says it all…. On this particular day, she didn’t want to eat on a plate, but rather wanted to eat individual grains of rice off of the table.  We were there for a while…..


We don’t let the toddler run the whole show, but sometimes, you pick your battles… and when there’s tantrums at every turn, you do what you can to survive, and repeat out loud, “it’s only a season, it’s only a season”….  and then turn on some dang cartoons!

Our Gender Reveals: Baby 1 vs. Baby 2

Seems like yesterday we just found out our daughter was, in fact, a girl… and here we are again… with an almost 2 year-old, and Baby: Round Two!!!

To my dismay, what everyone says is true, and to be honest, I feel some mom guilt about it, but it just is what it is: You pull out all the stops for Baby 1, and Baby 2… not so much.

BUT we do what we can, ok Baby 2?? Give me a break, will ya?!! I can tell you care so much, while you’re all comfy-cozy in there. You’re probably more concerned about growing all your internal organs, but alas, the mom guilt remains… I digress…

I thought it’d be fun to document our preggo announcements and gender reveals. One reveal is more elaborate than the other, but we covered this already!! Go away, mom guilt!!!

Baby 1: GIRL

We went with the “Bun in the Oven” theme, which I quite enjoyed. Not at the time, while I was barfing between pictures, but the results were great! I hand-made announcements (that took forever) and we sent out to family and friends! So fun!

Inside the oven was a picture of the ultrasound.





What a little bean in there!


We had so much fun with our football theme reveal! We had all the game day food fixins’ and I bought sweatbands for everyone to wear, in support of their gender guess!




For the actual reveal, we decided on having our friends spray us with silly string! That way, everyone could be involved! It was seriously the best being covered in PINK!

Silly String




We decided to keep the “Bun in the Oven” theme for baby #2 as well! Again, came out super cute, but lots of running around and nausea and repeating “Joy, come here, look at your kitchen!”

Nothin’ says loving’ like…
Bun #2 copy


Welp, this go around, the hubby and I already knew the gender. I just couldn’t look away at the ultrasound and well, when you see “IT” you see it! All to say, we are SUPER excited to add a boy into the family mix!

We still wanted to do something fun with our friends, so hours before meeting our Life Group,  I ran to the store and bought gift boxes and mini muffins and created a little label on Photoshop. We took them over to our friend’s house and passed out the boxes and opened them up together. It happened so fast, I didn’t even get pictures or video of the boxes being opened and all the “hoorays!”……    Baby #2 people!!


A little sad, that these are literally the only pics I was able to snap, but I had an hour and a screaming toddler, who, to be totally honest, I stuck in her playroom and turned on Daniel Tiger… otherwise, there would have been no gender reveal at all!!!!

And soon there will be two of them… two. But that can wait for a different post.

Easy Kid Craft for Valentine’s Day

Valentine Craft

Crafting with little ones is fun! Well, sometimes.

Sometimes it’s incredibly frustrating, but you fake it and pretend it was fun.

That was the case on this particular crafting day, when my “particular” little one, decided she didn’t want her hands messy….  Um, hello… you’re a kid, right???

Luckily, the craft turned out super cute! And for all who don’t know the “craziness” that happened behind the picture, will hopefully think it’s cute too and try it with your own kin.



  • Paper
  • Non toxic paints
  • Printer and Scanner (not totally necessary)
  • Picture frame of your choosing
  • and a WILLING child!! ha…


  • Let your little one loose on some awesome finger painting
  • Let their creation dry
  • Because I wanted to KEEP the original art piece and not cut it (and make copies for the grandparents), I scanned in the picture on my computer
  • After I scanned, I moved the pic in to an art program where I was able to type over the picture (I chose “X” “O” for Valentine’s Day)
  • Print the pics of the finger painting and the “process pic” to the size of your frame

I think what makes kid’s artwork cute is seeing pics of them creating their masterpiece!

Here’s the little artist before the meltdown and the final product!


Valentine Craft

What great about this is you get to be super creative and can make any holiday (or not even a holiday) you want!

And since I mentioned that this craft was less than perfect….Here’s how it REALLY went down! G-ma doesn’t have to know!

After taking out my camera and realizing this was going down hill:


After pretending to sneeze to make her laugh:


One second later:


Ahhhh the art of faking a fun time.  Us moms are pretty good at it.


The Braums Go Fall {And FREE Printable}

The pumpkins are here! The pumpkins are here!

Fall Printable

It’s Fall ya’ll and that means this mama is happy! I love it all… maybe even MORE than Christmas!! (gasp!!)

I’m so thankful that summer is over and I can get to more serious matters at hand:

  • Wearing over-sized sweaters
  • And more importantly, squeezing my daughter into overalls that are too tight around the middle and plopping her in hay (or a field, or dirt) for necessary photo documenting purposes

I stress again, pumpkin patch pictures are a must (MUST) in this household.  All future children of mine will have to suck it up and deal!

Because I’m feeling a little Fall crazy, I’ve jam-packed this post with the following:

  • My daughter in a pumpkin patch (reason enough to keep reading)
  • Fall decor from around our home
  • A link to an awesome warm vanilla cider adult beverage recipe (equally warming and delightful sans booze) (link at bottom of page)
    • DISCLAIMER: it IS a Martha Stewart recipe and I did NOT make it as fancy as she did.
  • A link to a cute “Ghosty” Halloween craft for you and the kiddos, made by my buds at Fox and Bear
  • And finally a  FREE PRINTABLE  for your quick Fall decorating needs because… why not!

I hope all of this gets you in a festive mood!


{I call this series of 3:  “Pumpkins: Evoking Joy and Happiness, but also Sorrow” }

Joy P Patch 2

Joy P Patch 3

Joy Patch 4

Love those overall rolls…

Joy P Patch 5

Joy P Patch 6

Work that beanie Little Miss!!

Joy P Patch 7

Joy P Patch 8

And a family pic for good measure…

Joy Fam P Patch

Mantels are probably my favorite things to decorate. To be honest, a lot of those objects (birdcage, candlestick, and vase) are up year round! Don’t feel like you have to take EVERYTHING off just to decorate for the seasons. Just take off a couple big items and replace them with the seasonal. Ex: taking off my white candle and replacing it with a pumpkin. ha!

Also, I had to include a pic of our awesome deer head in the background!

Fall Mantel

In an effort to keep costs down, I refashioned my daughter’s “1st Birthday Wreath” into one fitting for the season.  Sorry, no DIY… I just popped off the white flowers and added some orange and burlap…

Fall Wreath

CLICK HERE for the Warm Vanilla Cider recipe


CLICK HERE for your free Fall printable

Pumpkinful Print

Joy’s Bright, Bright Sunshiny Birthday!

It was also a HOT, HOT sunshiny birthday! I guess that’s what happens when your child decides to make her arrival in the smack-dab middle of August in SoCal!

Because we have had a particularly hot summer out here, I decided to run with it and make the theme something bright and sunny!!

Enter sunflowers.  Too many to count. Everywhere.  Overboard?… ppssh no way!!

As stressful as it was, with months of planning in advance (meaning: buying all the summer things before the stores put out Fall/Christmas stuff!) , I had so much fun crafting and decorating for this special occasion!  (Also, royal blue makes my baby’s “baby blues” pop like crazy!)

There’s only one First birthday!  Right?!

I had a blast working on my photoshop skills and making the party invites.  I think they turned out pretty cute! (if we actually lived on Sunny Lane, in Brightville, that would have been very helpful for the theme! ha)



A wonderful, talented friend of mine made all the cupcakes for the party, topped with adorable candy sunflowers! (what else!)

The party favors were little sunflower growing kits!

Another amazing, crafty, talented lady friend made a ton of paper flowers and assembled our “flower fence” outside!


My mom sewed everything for Joy’s highchair.  The bib was just a last minute thing… She’s ridiculous.  I should really work on my sewing skills…


We had an empty shed on the side of our house that was of no use to us, so we decided to break it down.  While my husband was feverishly ripping it apart, being the craft hoarder I am, I told him I would still like to keep all the pieces (much to his dismay…)  We used the back piece of the shed as a photo backdrop and put out one of the doors by the front door as a welcome sign!  Endless possibilities! (Ya hear that honey? Endless!!)


This pic of our barrel coffee tables (and couch) are just a sneak peak of our awesome outdoor DIY projects to come! (Also our new backyard reveal!)


All in all, it was a crazy day.  But it was an awesome day with family and friends! But I’m also glad it’s over! Ha.  Love these two!  Now to start planning next year’s theme!


My dainty cake smasher.  Such a lady….


Moms and babies…


And for good measures, if you didn’t get enough blue and yellow, here’s a couple pics from Joy’s ONE photo  shoot!




For a little freebie, I made some corresponding printable  “thank you” notes if you are in a pinch to send someone a sweet note!!


Now, enjoy the rest of summer!

My Mom is not a Survivor

Today is a very special day for my family…

We are celebrating the TEN YEAR anniversary of my mother being breast cancer FREE!! So, to commemorate the occasion and because I love my mom, I thought I’d share a little bit of her story and how it affected me then and now.


I want to preface by saying that my mom does not live in the past.  This is in no way a rehash of how difficult life was back then.  It is a reflection of a time in our lives when God received glory through her cancer experience.  In a convo I had with my mom this morning, she described today as her “Thanksgiving Day”.  Alright, here we go…

It’s amazing to me what the brain chooses to remember, and what it chooses to let go.  I don’t remember everything.  The “day in and day out” of this time in our lives has left me.  BUT I do remember specific moments and vivid pictures that will always stay with me.  With my mom’s blessing, I’d like to share those memories with you.

  • I remember how I found out.  I came home from school, to an empty house and listened to the answering machine.  A family member, who had heard the news before me, had left a tearful message for my mom.  I, in no way, have ever (even back then) held this against them, but it was a less than ideal way to hear the news.  I remember dropping on the kitchen floor, sobbing and crying out to God the question so many of us ask, “why?”
  • I remember my mom getting sick of losing chunks of hair and made the decision to shave her head.  I remember the hair dresser coming over to the house and shaving it in my mom’s bathroom.
  • I remember going to the wig shop and looking at wigs.
  • I remember painting my mom’s head like an easter egg.  We were on our way to a family function (Easter) and my mom wanted to reveal her new “do” to the family in a fun and lighthearted way.  I remember my aunts’ tearful laughs.  I remember my mom taking a picture with my bald uncle.
  • I also remember painting her head like a cracked egg, with me and my sister wearing bald caps, also looking like cracked eggs.  All for a cancer walk with church friends.
  • I remember walking into the den and seeing my parents cuddling on the couch.  I remember this because my parents were never huge on PDA, so I knew it was a moment my mom was having a hard time.
  • I remember the room where my mom received chemo.  I didn’t go with her as much as I should have (she would disapprove of me saying that! Ha)  I remember she had to painfully receive chemo through the veins in her wrists, due to other complications.
  • I remember her talking to other patients about Jesus.  It wasn’t “the Komen efforts” that would save them eventually… It was Jesus, who already did.  She wore a crown on her last day of chemo, and then passed it off to another patient.
  • I remember her making the decision to remove one of her breasts.  They attempted reconstructive surgery but her body rejected it.  I remember that being a struggle.  I know it still is.
  • Lastly, I remember her telling me about her intimate conversation with God, telling Him she wasn’t ready, that she wasn’t done raising her girls.  God told her we would be ok. That we knew Him, and He gave her peace.

Cracked Eggs

“It wasn’t ‘the Komen efforts’ that would save them eventually… It was Jesus, who already did.”

That’s what I recall ten years ago today.  Beauty and pain, uncertainty and peace, all mixed together.  What a time.  I’m so thankful for a God who is the SAME through all those different seasons…  Praise God.

BUT, her journey doesn’t really end there…

You see, although the cancer may be gone, the rest of your life is spent on various medications, routine doctor visits, dealing with difficult scars or body changes.  It doesn’t really just go away.  Because of that, even ten years later, I’m still watching and learning from my mom.  I have recently added a couple NEW memories that I will remember forever.  Here they are….

  • I remember watching my mom hold my daughter, her grand daughter, for the first time in the hospital.  I know that God answered one of her prayers that day.
  • I remember (and I haven’t even told my mom this)  going clothes shopping with her and my sister.  In particular, I was looking for post-baby bras.  Although I adored breastfeeding, after I was done, I was left with next to nothing.  Because of this, no bras fit me in the women’s department, so we jokingly (but not really) went into the pre-teen area so I could try bras on there.  We were all kind of giggling about how silly it was, and the unfortunate fact that I really only filled out training bras now.  My sister went around the corner, and I just looked at my mom and said how embarrassed I was and how nothing makes you feel more like a woman than wearing a bra made for 11 years olds.  She replied “Believe me, I know”.   Four little words that hit me like a ton of bricks.  As I mentioned above, after removing her breast, these days finding shirts that fit properly and don’t show her scars are hard to find, and I know at times it frustrates her.  Being aware of that, what she said in that moment centered me.  It reminded me what aspects of womanhood really matter.


“I know that God answered one of her prayers that day.”

The next few sentences are really the point of this post:

My mom doesn’t like being associated with the “pink ribbon”.  I’m not trying to say that all that stuff doesn’t matter, because it does… A LOT, but to her, what defines her is not Diana: Breast Cancer Survivor

It’s Diana: Child of God, believer in the resurrection of Jesus, wife and mother of 2, grandmother of 1, follower of Christ through ALL things in life, in times of abundance and in need.

That’s MY mom.

She said this to me this morning, “If this was God’s chosen path for me, for the sole purpose of being bolder and sharing Him with strangers, then bring it on.”

To God be the Glory.

Catching Up….

Classic Alyssa…. starting something with total enthusiasm and then totally forgetting about it….

SO…. Here’s my “catch up” post:

A LOT of growing has been happening in the Braum household.  Spiritually, mentally, and physically.  Maybe a break from the blog-o-sphere was a good thing. Re-centering is always healthy.  God has been working on my heart, as well as my husband’s, teaching us new things, opening new doors, closing old ones… and all the while our little Miss has been growing like weed! She’s almost 8 months now… Sprouting teeth like nobody’s business, crawling is right around the bend, and babbling like a crazy person all the time! As crazed as my life feels now, I have a feeling I haven’t even scratched the surface…

Here’s some updated pics of the wee one… months 4-7



What a freakin’ cutie… I love that we made her!

My Life, Imitating F*R*I*E*N*D*S

Well, Rachel Green in particular, but more on that later….

I was talking to my friend recently (her daughter is about a month younger than Joy) about how mommy-hood has stolen a part of our brain.  There is so much to think about, stress about, contemplate, remember… and sometimes, your brain just decides to rebel and says, “You’re gonna forget the ONE thing you need!” or “Right now, you’re gonna do something stupid”…

Here are some of my moments of brain rebellion:

  • The time I was cleaning bottles and instead of dumping the bottle into the sink, I dumped it all out on the counter…
  • The time I couldn’t find my cellphone anywhere, and found it under my baby…
  • The time I tried to screw my face lotion lid on a candle…

Those were just a few minor brain lapses, but there’s been a couple more serious instances…

I was getting together a load of laundry and decided to throw in Joy’s Halloween costume because she had spit up all over it.  She was a little strawberry, and her costume required me to dye her onsie red.  I followed the instructions to a “T”, and even washed the onsie by itself to get out all the excess dye.  So I threw it in the mixed load of baby clothes and my husband’s work clothes and started the load and went about my day.

Once the washer stopped, I opened the lid and gasped!  Everything… was… pink… The first thing that popped into my mind was the line from ‘Friends’ when Rachel exclaims “I’m gonna look like a giant marshmallow peep!” after she had accidentally  washed a red sock with a load of whites. A silly joke on a show was now my reality… Now technically, not really a brain lapse, but I felt like a fool and after a tough day of forgetfulness, I shed a few tears over the new clothes that now sported a pinky hue.  Now looking back, it’s kinda funny and a good memory 🙂

A not so good memory was when I locked myself out of the house… with the baby inside…

Joy was enjoying her time in her swing, and I ran outside to grab a pot to work on my christmas flower arrangement.  At the time, I didn’t even think it would be necessary to bring my phone or a set of keys until, the metal screen door slammed behind me and I froze.  I turned around and just stood there, wide eyed.  I just locked myself out of my own house. No phone, no keys, no open windows to climb through, baby alone inside…

I ran to the neighbor’s house, no answer. Next neighbor, no answer.  House number three, an older gentlemen answered the door and as I quickly explained my dilemma, ran across the street with me and started to try to pry some windows open.  At the time, my other neighbor came outside and let me use her phone to call my husband and brought over some tools to aid in the breaking in.  Well, according to my neighbor, no burglar could easily break in to our house because our windows were sealed in pretty tight.  A fact that would have made me feel happy in any other circumstance, but I wanted to get to my baby! Luckily, I could see her through the blinds, and while she was not happy, at least I knew she was safe.  Our cat kept looking at me through the window like “Um, can you get in here please…”.  Finally I was able to get a hold of my husband, who raced home with keys.  I thanked my wonderful neighbors for their help, ran in and swooped up my wee one.  She was crying, I was crying. My husband assured me I was not a terrible mother and then drove back to work.  The rest of the day, I was pretty clingy to my daughter, not really wanting to go anywhere and just stay home and cuddle.

I was reminded of the episode when Ross and Rachel accidentally lock Emma inside their apartment.  Rachel freaks out thinking about the worst possible scenarios, and Ross gets sarcastic with her, telling her she’s overreacting, but as a mom, I can totally relate to jumping to the worst conclusions… Here’s the clip:

I love ‘Friends’.  My husband and I quote it daily.  I thought it would end at quoting, not start happening in real life!

Anyway, the outcome of the story is that everyone was safe and sound with no harm done (except a small hit to my emotional self), and I got to know my neighbors a bit better, which is always a plus! The older gentleman and his wife want to cook us pork chops at some point 🙂