The second time it happened she was traveling across the country with her grandparents this past May. In the middle of Nowhere, Nebraska (Brady, to be exact), they stopped to gas up and take Ike to the restroom. Grandpa got out of the van to pump the gas and Maddie stayed inside to watch her Dora dvd. The van locked itself automatically (according to Grandpa...I believe him...the exact same thing happened to me at the library) and the Brady fire department and a few police cars came the rescue. She was out in a matter of minutes and my father-in-law was so pleased with the prompt service he received that he bought all of the service men Blizzards from the local DQ (one of the only eating establishments in the small town of Brady).
Once again, last week, Maddie managed to trap herself in the only bedroom with a lock in our entire rental home. A keyed lock with no key, mind you. I put her down for a nap. Twenty minutes later she called for me to help her fix a page in her torn Dora book. When I tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge. All the coaxing in the world couldn't get Maddie to understand how to unlock the door from her side. Since I couldn't get the credit card trick to work, and breaking a window seemed more expensive than the alternative, and all the hinges and screws were on her side of the door, I once again called a locksmith. Through this whole ordeal, Maddie went from being calm ("I be brave like Dora, I on an adventure!"), to sheer hysteria ("I NEVER GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE! WAHHHHHHH"). A mere 30 minutes after she was rescued, she had forgotten all about it and didn't know what her dad was talking about when he asked her about being locked in her room that day.
| Maddie taking a nap this afternoon in her big girl bed. She got to make the change from a crib when we moved to Iowa last week. |














