Recap of our Sunday evening

Terry and Tara went out ice fishing this afternoon while the boys and I stayed home. Tara was so excited to go, she told me that she wanted to catch some fish so we could make fish sticks. So, yeah, those fish sticks that they eat are purchased from the store but I thought it was cute that she thought we could make them.

They only caught a few fish but Tara was very proud that hers was the biggest.

She was also very excited to tell me that she conquered her fear tonight. I didn't understand what she was trying to say but then she explained to me that she was scared to walk out on the ice but she did it. Terry told me that she kept telling him that she wanted to go run around on the ice but was too scared so she talked her dad into holding her hand and running around. (Maybe that's why they only caught a few fish)

While they were gone, I cooked dinner and worked on some homework from my Internal Auditing class. I happened to be sitting at my computer when I heard Triston yelling at me from inside the bathroom. I quickly went to him but when I tried to open the door, I realized what the problem was. The door knob would turn freely but the inside part wouldn't move. It wasn't locked, but he was stuck. I grabbed a knife and slid it between the door and frame to try and move the door knob piece myself but it didn't work. I then called for Cameron to come and help. He's pretty smart. He slid Triston a screwdriver and instructed him to remove the screws from the inside of the door knob. Triston finished that and together they removed the knob but this didn't solve our problem. Our mess then looked like this:

Cameron at that point put on his coat and boots and headed outside. He gave up on the door and decided to rescue Triston from the window. I teased Triston a little bit about possibly having to slide his dinner under the door. Anyways, as Cameron tried his rescue plan I took a screwdriver and pressed and pryed the inside until it bent back and the springs and some other metal parts fell out. The door than magically opened. Triston was rescued and free but Cameron fell on the deck and injured his shoulder again so he is sitting around with ice on his shoulder now and back to the ibuprofen again.

Triston later told us that he was going to use his dad's tools to break the drywall that leads to the stairway's. He knew, no matter what, that he wouldn't be trapped for too long. We told Terry the whole story when he got back but I added the fact that he should be thankful that the only damage was the door knob, it could have been much worse. We could have had a broken window or even a knew entrance from the stairwell.

What a night. So, in the near future...our visitor's who require the privacy of a closed restroom door will have to use the upstairs bathroom.