Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Prison Break

Not that my house is a prison, but I just thought that title was clever.

I might win, "Worst Mother Of The Year Award" for this, and I'm surprised I'm even blogging about it. But I couldn't help but laughing when I saw this (I know that if she had gotten hurt, I would be doing the exact opposite of laughing, but she didn't, so I laughed).

I'm sitting in the living room, doing my internet thing while Kendall's doing her exploring thing. She loves to go in the dining room and play under the table. Well, I noticed that it got awfully quiet, which, as every mom knows, is not usually a good sign. When I went to go check on her, this is what I found:

(Obviously, she's crawling back inside. I wish I had my camera when I first saw her, because she was just sitting out there, checking everything out) I forgot that I left the back door open for Watley (I do that a lot, but usually remember to close it once he comes in. In fact, when she crawled towards the dining room, I even did a mental check and thought I had closed the door). I don't really know how she got out without hurting herself, but hopefully this will be a one-time incident.


  1. hahaha! i love it. that is totally something i would do. or rather, something andrew would do!

  2. That is so weird. Our Kendall broke out of the house when she was toddler while my dad was napping. Some random girls miraculously brought her home--there must be something in the name. Get ready!

  3. Did she show her pass to the gate keeper on her way out?

  4. Anonymous1:32 PM

    She looks like she is proud of what she just accomplished.