My three little boys and I woke up this morning, excited that it was the twins 18 month day marker. The day was going smoothly as I was getting us all ready for the twins check up and for Kevin to go hang out with Jackie at the ranch. We were playing in the twins’ room and I was sitting there thinking: “What am I going to blog about?” I didn’t really know because I had just blogged on Saturday, but don’t fret, seconds later, the answer to my blogging dilemma became clear.
As we were playing, Kevin asked me to go and set up his Ninja Turtle toys for him. Since they were all playing so well, I just got up and went into Kevin’s room to get him his toys. Seconds after doing so, in came cute little Kevin, out of breath and beaming with pride. “Well, mom,” he said, “we don’t have to worry about my brothers.”
“Why not Kevin?” I replied, unalarmed.
“Because I locked them in their room,” he said ever so happily, “they can’t get out.”
Panic coarsed through my body. Fighting the urge just to curl up in a ball and have a true freak out, I ran out of Kevin’s room and tried turning the door knob to the twins’ room. They were on the other side of the door, pounding away, laughing….. I didn’t know what to do. There was a small hole in the knob, so I frantically searched for a bobby pin. Since that was unsuccessful, I grabbed a paper clip and began working at picking the lock. I was trying to call Paul in search of guidance, but his phone kept cutting in and out of service. I called Linda and she immediately headed over to give me a hand. Ideas kept coming and going: take the door off the hinges—nope, hinges are on the inside; break the window—nope, the glass could shatter on one of the twins; break down the door—nope, what if it fell on one of the twins. I had no idea and I was FREAKING out. During this whole time, Thomas kept slipping little books under the door to me. And every now and then, I would see their chubby little fingers come through and wiggle around.
I finally managed to get Paul on the phone and he told me to get a screwdriver and remove the door knob. I did just that, and Wah-lah, I was able to unlock the door! I grabbed the twins and hugged them and they wiggled and squirmed to break my hold. They were probably thinking, “what is the big deal, we were just playing around in here.”
Now, it was time to discuss the incident with Kevin. He didn’t understand why it was such a big deal to me and why it upset me so much. I decided the only way to make him understand was to make him relate to what happened. So I took his little Ninja Turtles and locked them up in safe that I have. I told him to get them out and he freaked out, crying and trying his best to get to his little friends. This seemed to work really well—I think it clicked in that brain of his what the big deal was.

She's not talking about me, is she?
On another note, today was a monumental moment in the twins’ life. They got their FIRST haircut! They look so much older, especially Lucas.

Lucas: Before

Thomas: Before

Lucas: After

Thomas: After

Thomas: After again

Lucas: After Again