Some days I feel more like a warden than a mother.
Teresa has now learned how to open the door levers on our outside doors. What's worse is that she politely and quietly shuts the door behind her as she runs outside. (The boys each learned this at about the same age, but it was easier to keep tabs on them since neither ever closed the door behind him.) I've caught her several times in the past couple weeks playing in the landscaping rocks, running down the sidewalk, or rounding the corner of the garage as she tries to sprint to the swingset.
So, now until the weather gets cold enough to deter her escape, we get a deadbolt lock, or she is old enough to be outside on her own, I must be the door police.
This, added to my already full time job of snack police with Nathan, makes for a busy day for this warden.
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