Growing Pains

Today will go down in our family history.  It was spectacular - spectacularly insane.  Without going into too much detail I will just say that we haven't quite adjusted to the new school schedule and nap/rest time is suffering.  Everett has started a new habit of getting out of his bed.  Too much.  And his favorite place to visit is the bathroom - my least favorite room in the house.  Plus, if he is not laying in his bed, there is no way he is resting (let alone sleeping) so it was time to break this habit.  

The plan, remove the kid lock that has been on the inside of Emily's door (inactive) since the previous owners and move it to the inside of Everett's door so he wouldn't have the freedom to leave anymore.  :)  All started well but there was a hiccup with door handle removal - which delayed the lock removal.  As I was trying to figure a solution, Everett took a trip to the bathroom.  Soon after came a conference between Mama and Everett in his room.  While we were talking, Emily came over to interrupt.  Unfortunately, when she returned to her room she shut her door that was left ajar because it didn't have a handle.  Insert sigh.  So, there she was, on the inside of her room with the door handles AND the hinges of the door which meant that I could see her inside, but couldn't open or remove the door from it's hinges.             

That's when I told Emily that she was completely locked in her room and I went to finish my door handle removal research.  She cried and waited.

Eventually, I went back up to peer at her up close from the outside...

 and talk to her from a step or two back.

That's when I took a picture of her smile and said that I wanted to have it so I could look at it since she was locked away...

and she sobbed about being locked in her room f-o-r-e-v-e-r.

Then I instructed her to choose the right handle (that had the post attached) and to stick it through the square hole.

That was great, but when she tried to turn the lever down on the inside, it ran into the kid lock (of course, I had JUST locked it to see how it functioned and make sure it worked correctly).  UGH!  Downstairs I went to retrieve some pliers to hold the post and function as the missing lever.

With a slow turn of the post, I soon had this face looking at me.

With that problem solved,  it was time to go in the room and work on the door handle.  But, I first noticed that I am, indeed, quite pregnant.  :)

And as I worked with the screwdriver I decided that Bittrois is probably close in length to the screwdriver.

(As it turns out, you can't see the metal part of the screwdriver very well in the picture but I still think it's funny how Emily squeezed right up next to me.)
A-n-y-w-a-y... I worked on the door handle and managed to get it removed so that I could detach and move the lock.  Once that was complete, I moved the lock to Everett's door and attached everything again.  BUT... it didn't function properly there and it was obvious that it wasn't going to serve it's purpose.  SO... we pulled out an old knob and I stuck that on the door with our tried and true kid lock we had with Emily.  Insert exhale.

Let's just say Everett better not even come close to mastering this lock before he drops the habit of leaving his bedroom to pass the time.  Please, oh please...