Busy Girl

Those two words about sum up my 18 month old daughter. The past two days have been interesting to say the least. Yesterday I was bringing out some things to the car and left Melonie in the house where it was warm. Now I was only gone 2 minutes tops and as I am heading back to the door I notice it is closed. Well out of habit I always lock the door after I open it so that when we walk out to the car I can just pull it shut since I am usually carrying Melonie, her bag, my purse, etc. So this time I didn't have Melonie with me, and she had closed the door (Mark later told me that he asks her to close the door behind him when he leaves so she was just doing what she had learned). Fortunately I had brought my purse out to the car with me along with the other things I was carrying out and was able to let myself back in.
Which bring us to today. I went downstairs to do some laundry and left Melonie playing upstairs. As I came back upstairs I noticed the door was closed. As I looked through the glass I saw Melonie in the snack drawer with it wide open looking for something to eat. This would have been a cute sight if it weren't for the fact that when the snack drawer is open, the basement door cannot open! So I open the door the 3 inches I was able to and try to coax Melonie to close the drawer so Mama can get in the house. She looks at me and then says "ok" and tries to close the drawer. Well she had pulled so many things up and out while she was looking that she couldn't get the drawer closed. She turns and says "stuck". Well now we are both stuck! Me in the basement and her with the drawer. I go outside through the mudroom and walk around the house to the garage, get the spare key (thankfully it was there) and let myself back in the house through the back door. Melonie jumps about three feet in the air when I walk in the kitchen behind her and then proceeds to sign that she wants a snack no worse for the trauma she has just put me through. Oh the fun we have while Rebekah is at school....