Fun times

There is a great little invention we have really enjoyed: magnetic cabinet locks. Instead of the old timey plastic things you put in the cabinets where you can still get your hand in the door or pinched, they have these locks where you cannot open the door unless you have the magnet. Years ago, I was somewhat concerned that we would lose the magnet, but we have yet to lose either one of ours. We keep one on our refrigerator for our kitchen locks and one in the kids bathroom for that lock. They really do work well and we have truly enjoyed them....

However...

Becca has had a cough for several days, so I had her stay home so we could get it checked out today. She and Barrett were coloring and playing so nicely like they usually do. I'm getting ready and doing a few other things around the house. I'm about to go check on them because it sounds like they're playing in the bathroom. Becca runs past me into my bathroom and I asked her if she left Barrett in the bathtub. She said, "No, he's locked under the sink." Well, that can't be because we have magnets to get him out. Becca says, "I put both of the magnets under the sink too. I thought you had one in your bathroom." I go into their bathroom and sure enough it's locked; there are no visible hinges to take off either. I start to panic a little. I found, I'm not the best under pressure; my mind doesn't focus and it starts going in so many different areas that I can't think straight. I call Darren and he says he'll come home and try to get it open. He's alone at work so I'm not sure if he had someone watch the shop or just locked it up. Becca's crying and telling Barrett to push the button, which is the "latch" that would unlock the door from the inside. Here is Becca's conversation as she's bawling and talking in a high pitched voice, "Barrett, push the button.....He doesn't understand.....I can't get him out....I wish I was locked in there with him" I couldn't just sit there and watch her, so I looked in the garage and found a long screwdriver to stick down in there to try and push the lock. Luckily Darren came in not too long after and found the prybar and pried it open pretty easily; he didn't even break the lock. Barrett was fine throughout this whole ordeal. Now, when he got out, he did want to just be held and so did Becca, so we sat down and got some good snuggling in. Alls well that ends well and no one's worse for wear, but that's at least one thing I don't have to keep telling Becca not to do.

Our dog Molly is getting older. Several weeks ago, she started acting differently and not eating. She had a bladder infection but the doctor was unsure if there was anything else going on...tumor, arthritis, etc. She said if the antiobiotics don't help her to bring her back in for tests. The antibiotics did help some but she still wasn't completely back to normal; she sometimes yelp getting up or if I touched her back end. So we took her back, luckily no tumors but she does have arthritis. I think she is about 10 and she's a bigger dog so I'm not surprised. She has some good days and some bad days. I need to check to see if I should still walk her or not; I'm not the best walker but when I do get out, I like to take her with me.