Desperate Housewife

I have my own way of introducing myself and getting to know the neighbors.  To back track several years, a month or so after we'd moved to 'copa, I got locked out of our house.  Kaleb was 8 months and I'd taken a ridiculously smelly diaper out to the garage to place it in our big bin, and the door locked behind me.  I'm still not sure how it happened, but I think it wasn't clicked shut but the lock was on and I just pushed it open, then when it shut behind me, I was stuck. It was winter, I had my pjs on, no bra, no shoes and luckily (I guess?) a thin robe on. Ben had just left for work and my only friend in the neighborhood at the time as well. Kaleb was in his high chair with cheerios and Sesame Street on. I ended up going next door to the bachelor pad (3 guys living together complete with a garage band), waking them up and borrowing a phone to call Ben.

In less than a week at our new place in Mesa, history repeats itself. Sorta. I'm still not sure which is more embarrassing! We moved on Sat. June 2, on Tues, 6/4 Ben left on a business trip, and the rest of the fam left back for Oregon, but my mom stayed.  We'd been doing errands in the morning and getting things done, then in the afternoon we'd swim with the kids. Up to that point, I'd been bringing out my phone, a glass of water, etc. every time I went out, but I remember thinking, we're not expecting anyone and I haven't needed my phone yet.  So I left it on the kitchen table. I'm out in the pool with the kids, and my mom joins us. A few minutes later and she needs to get more sunscreen. We then discover our sliding glass door is locked (it's old and the latch is loose, so yeah)...who knows?) along with every door in the house. Awesome.

I am now wearing a tankini (with a VERY short skirt btw) no flip flops, no phone and Ben's in Florida. I decide my only option is to borrow a neighbor's phone. The night before Ben left, the neighbors across the culdesac came by and told us when to put our trash out and introduced themselves. I was getting the kids to bed, so hadn't even met them, but Ben said they were a nice retired couple. Nice is right!  I RAN (it's 4:00 in the afternoon and over 100 degrees) around the culdesac barefoot, introduced myself, explained the situation, and asked to borrow their phone. Miraculously (thank you Heavenly Father) I remembered my Aunt Judy and Uncle Rog's # from when I lived with them for a few months in 1999. I am terrible with remembering numbers...it really is a weakness!  Even more miraculously they picked up (they rarely do!) and Randy was there, but just about to leave.  He came and we tried to break into my Durango to use the garage opener.  After that wasn't working and it was SO FREAKING HOT!, we went to the back and decided to go through a plexiglass closed doggydoor. Meanwhile, the Capistrands, brought over a pitcher of water and cups, a phone book in case we needed a locksmith, and kept checking on us. He gave me a pair of yellow flip flops to borrow while we were going back and forth borrowing tools. He also brought over a power screwdriver and was so kind and helpful. Randy got the door open, shoved over our massive leather sectional through the doggy door with a leg, and Kaleb and Dylan crawled through to unlock and let us in. Our heroes!

In both scenarios, I'm pretty sure the kids felt safe and didn't really know what was going on, but I have  definitely earned my title as Desperate Housewife. :)

The next day

 Cannon-ball D taking a little break.

 Different day, same skimpy suit!

 Love that half grin.

The calm, cool and collect grandma-sitter through the whole ordeal. So thankful she was there!

My water boy.