Yesterday I decided to run some errands while my older kids were at dance Then I ran to the bank and they were awesome again. Then I went to buckle them in to drive back to where the big kids were taking their tap class, and I buckled Abram in and went to go buckle in Wyatt on the other side... I shut the door and heard the click, yeah. Both babies locked in the car with my keys and phone! OMGoodness! Someone pulled in quickly (thrift store right next to the bank) and thankfully he had a cell. I called my hubby like 4 times, he was in the car driving home but his phone was on silent. Called one sister, no answer. Called another sister, finally got ahold of her, and she called her hubby (who works close) and mine. The whole time I was nudging Wyatt, "push the button" "there's the button" and so on. I'm pointing to the auto lock and he just keeps touching my finger on the other side of the window. I got him to pull the handle to open the door, but he just could not figure out what button I was talking about. Thankfully it was a cooler day or I would have called the cops immediately. But thankfully both boys were happy, though Abram being all buckled was starting to look a little grumpy. The man helping me let me make lots of phone calls and went into the store after he knew help was on the way. I saw a text come up on my phone on the passenger's side and moved over there, and then was again trying to get Wyatt to "push the button up", and somehow (miracle of all miracles, truly!) I think his belly pushed the button because he was leaning against it, because I noticed the lock was up. Hallelujah! So they were in there maybe 15min tops, sucked royally. I felt like an awful mom, and will not make that mistake again. And I was only 5 minutes late picking up the biggers from dance. When we got home we had a lesson on "this is the button. Push the button down, push the button up". lol
Thank heavens for good samaritans and answers to prayers!