Bebe gets stuck in the car

I babysit a little girl now and for the last few days I dared not go anywhere. Today we decided to head to the library. I thought I would be smart and get the Bebe out of her seat and put her in the front. She got out of the car when I was getting the other two out, so I put her back in, and shut the door. The door was unlocked. I got the other two out. I walked over to Bebe and discovered she had locked the door and on the floor was my purse with my keys and phone.

The story of my life!!!!!

Good thing a lady was getting out of her car next to me and that it was really overcast outside. I asked to use her phone and I called 911. I was like this is not an emergency, but I locked my daughter in the car. She is fine and while I was on the phone she unlocks the door. I was too slow, of course! I got off the phone and waited like 5-8 minutes for the police to show up.

As we waited the two bigger kids were so kind and played nicely in a pile of sand the found. I was grateful they were so happy just to be there. It would have been hard had they been crying or something.

Meanwhile, Bebe was in the car and cried a little until she discovered a booger. Yes, I said a booger. She made this booger her new found friend. For the next few minutes she began to decorate her arm, the window, and the side of the car door. I just stared at her and laughed. She had found a way to make a bad situation fun for her.

She loves being cute and in charge of things. The moment the motorcycle cop pulls up next to us she unlocks the door. She was free and happy. Thanks Mr. Cop for coming out, but she rescued herself. She is so Ms. Independent.

I must say that my first experience with having three kids with me was different, but ended well. I may survive three children as long as I can keep my keys and purse on me. I should have learned by now, but my keys have never been something I could keep track of. I should get a pacifier clip for my keys and wear them on my shirt or sew an extra key into all my pants.