As I was leaving for work this morning, I walked out of the house with my arms full, went to put my keys in the car door, and then realized that I had left my keys in the house--which was now locked. Not being skinny enough to fit through the dog door nor have arms long enough to reach through the door and unlock the deadbolt, I wandered around wondering what to do. John was in Salt Lake, and the kids in school, but I could call and get Ian excused long enough to have him come home and let me in. I called John and he suggested I start trying windows. Now, the girls are a bit fanatical about making sure the windows are locked (remember Elizabeth Smart? They do.). Griffin isn't tall enough to lock OR unlock them, so I figured since I was the last one to do it, if I hadn't locked it, I had at least activated the security tab which allowed the window to open only 6 inches. My last hope was Ian's room.
God bless that boy! (Although now I know a few major security flaws in our house.) I was able to climb in through his window (greeted by a "huffing" Snowflake--the extent of her security detail) and get my keys.
But here's the upside. Had it been earlier, I would have been in my leopard-print pajama bottoms, socks, and a sweatshirt. At least I was dressed and wearing a coat (and shoes!).