Free Ride at Our House

I considered writing about Josh when he "helped" me give Noah his medicine by putting an ointment that is for his bum in his mouth ("Here go, Oah," I heard him say when my back was turned for 2 seconds), and considered it again when I was changing Noah's diaper and Josh dumped his entire glass of water on Noah, but the following incident is what sends me to my computer. CAUTION: DO NOT LET YOUR TODDLER READ THIS.

Yesterday, after an enjoyable time at the park, Josh suddenly became ridiculously tired, and had a complete meltdown. Don't know what triggered it (I wasn't talking to the neighbor for that long, was I?), but he just laid down on someone's lawn on the way home and started crying. I finally got him home, him screaming all the way, I punched in the code for the garage, and turned around to go get my mail. "I want open garage!" I heard Josh scream angrily from behind me. "Whatever, have your tantrum," I thought, as I slowly meandered to the mailbox. "Mom, garage, garage!" Josh screamed from behind me. I just patiently practiced my tantrum ignoring as I retrieved my mail. But then, I looked up, and in the words of my mother, "Emily became a track star again." Josh had grabbed onto the garage door, probably thinking he'd stop it from opening, and had ridden it all the way to the top. He was hanging 7 feet in the air screaming, his little arms and face and neck all straining to keep holding on.

After I got him down I started laughing, because once he was safe is was pretty darn funny. Unfortunately, the girl across the street saw the whole thing, so hopefully she's a non-judger. Gary and I took a picture this morning so we will remember this feat. Looking at the bottom of the garage door, we seriously don't know how he held on. You'll have to mentally photoshop Gary out, we weren't about to have him do it again.Then, a special shout-out to the guy who puts up with feet in his stomach with a smile.