Cupid and a Locksmith

Happy Valentine's Day!  As you might have suspected, it was an adventurous one in O-Town.  It started early with the discovery that Cupid visited our house last night.  Say what?!  Yeah!  He did!  The good thing is that Cupid is not mischievous like leprechauns.  Instead of sneaking in and causing trouble, Cupid flies in to spread his love.  He wrote a love note to the boys on their bathroom mirror, gave them some toys and even a little candy, and left behind a beautiful trail of paper hearts.  Miles was delighted and Weston was...well...utterly confused.  "Cupid? No mama. SANTA."  After eating a few pieces of candy, he decided maybe we were right and hopped on the Cupid bandwagon.

Our typical routine in the morning involves Tanner helping the boys get dressed ready for school while I stumble around in a sleepy haze.  We all end up leaving the house at the same time - the boys for work/school and me for a run.  This morning was no different, except for some extra sugar running through our veins thanks to Cupid.  As usual, I returned home from my run and proceeded to enter the code on the garage door opener so that I could get into the garage, get into the house, get into the shower, get into decent clothes, and then get my rear into work.  Unfortunately the garage door must not have felt the love from Cupid this morning, as it decided to open approximately 4 inches...then pause....then drop down again.  I tried again.  Same thing.  I stopped it part way down and it went back up the 2 inches it had just fallen.  I repeated this multiple times, even reaching down to jiggle the door a bit in case something somehow got trapped somewhere.  Nope.  Nothing was working.  As much as I would like to report otherwise, 4 inches of space is not enough for this mama to shimmy through.  Certain parts would have gotten stuck (although probably not my head. or chest. but that's another blog post in itself.).   I was locked outside of the house.  While trying to decide which neighbor would most likely be home and awake, Ole Olson (the son of older Ole who was a student teacher under Grandpa Charlie's guidance years ago) came driving back down street -- I'd passed him a few minutes earlier as he was leaving.  Turns out his daughter forgot her valentine treats for school so they had to return home to get them.  I think Cupid was intervening!  Ole gave me his phone so that I could call Tanner for help.  Tanner arrived home about 6 minutes later and tried opening the garage door himself.  No luck.  I suggested he just give me the key so I could get in, and we'd hassle with the garage door later.  Turns out he doesn't carry a house key with him.  That's sooooo not cool.  After looking in the solution kit (as Miles would say), we agreed that he needs to carry a house key, I need to tuck one in my running jacket, and we need to give one to a neighbor (or five).  All things we should have been doing or done long ago.  Shucks.  Long story short: Tonna Locks came to the rescue.  The locksmith popped our side service door and we were home free.  Well...almost.  We'll be home free after a $195 change-a-roonie to the garage door system tomorrow.  Gulp.  I don't fully understand what happened but the guy coming to make it all better tomorrow sure knew as soon as Tanner began describing the problem.  Something about springs.  And something about how the type of system we have has a lifespan of 8-10 years.  That's not very long in my book.  Shucks again.

Anywho, the day got better after we went to work and returned home!  These pictures make it look like Miles stayed in his jammies all day.  He did not.  He does, however, put his jammies back on within 3 minutes of getting home every day.  The apple of my eye sure didn't fall far from the tree...

Here he is enjoying the stickers from Cousin Linda.  Thank you, Cousin Linda!

The boys had fun sifting through their goods.

 Too bad they didn't hardly get nothin'.  Geesh.  Look at that haul!  Lucky boys.

Weston's first pick was a ring pop.  I tried to get him to choose something else but he insisted on the ring pop.  He was assigned his spot at the kitchen table and then I realized why he wanted the ring pop.  It was like a really awesome DOOZA!

We hope Cupid (not a locksmith) brought a little love to your heart today, too. 

xoxoxo