Saturday morning, Jeff and Collin took the boys to the pool. Shan, Katie and I took the girls to Target. After swimming and shopping, we made sandwiches for lunch and then started packing up the cars to meet mom and dad at the camp grounds (about 3o minutes away). Katie put the keys in her purse, and then set the purse in the car so she could help load up.
Somehow amidst all the chaos, the car doors were shut...and locked. We don't know who or how or when, but someone hit the lock button. And yes, the keys were inside.
Realizing this, Collin walked away to release some of his steam, telling Katie to find a number for a locksmith. As we stood there trying to think of our best option to get the door unlocked, we realized that Corinne was missing. Carson, Kye and Case were all present in the lot, but Corinne was nowhere to be found. We frantically start scanning the parking lot to make sure she hadn't wandered away. It dawns on me that perhaps she's in the car.
We ran to the car to peer in, and sure enough, Corinne is sitting in her car seat. Now we're really in a panic. Jeff immediately pulls out his phone and searches for a locksmith. Katie starts knocking on the window, trying to get Corinne to hit the unlock button. Jeff gets a locksmith on the phone, telling him about our "little" emergency. The locksmith assures Jeff that he can be there within five minutes. At this point, it's around 1 p.m., and the heat is quickly rising. It's at least 90 degrees, and we can tell that Corinne is starting to get hot. She has sweat running down her face, her cheeks are turning red, and her curly hair is starting to get REALLY curly.
Sure enough, the locksmith arrived with five minutes. He was an older man (at least 70), and he wasn't a quick mover, but we were thankful to have him present. As he slowly got his materials out of his van, Katie and I tried to entice Corinne into unlocking the doors.
Poor, sweet Corinne tried her hardest to get that lock undone. She was pulling with all her might, but she just didn't have the strength to pull it up. We then tried Plan B, which was to get her to crawl into the front seat and try to hit the button. She followed instructions and climbed into the front seat. She even put her finger on the unlock button, but she didn't understand that she had to push the button. For over 20 minutes, she climbed back and forth between all the doors trying to undo the locks. She didn't cry once.
In the meantime, the locksmith couldn't get the door unlocked. After at least 10 minutes of fiddling with the door, he goes, "Well, I guess I'll have to try Plan B." He slowly walked back to his car to figure out Plan B.
Corinne found a water bottle on the floor, so she was trying to drink some water. The poor girl was sweating and bright red. All she wanted was some water, but she couldn't get the lid off the bottle.
Plan B took a while to get the lock undone. We were starting to get to the point where we were considering breaking a window. Had it taken the locksmith another few minutes more and a window would have been shattered. However, the lock was finally unlocked. We all breathed a giant sigh of relief as Corinne crawled into Katie's arms. I offered my water to Corinne, and she drank from it for a full five minutes. 
She didn't cry once through the entire ordeal, and she acted as if nothing had happened. Even the locksmith was impressed at her calm demeanor. He said more kids would have been screaming. Katie paid the locksmith, and we all hugged Corinne. THANK GOD she was OK.
She didn't cry once through the entire ordeal, and she acted as if nothing had happened. Even the locksmith was impressed at her calm demeanor. He said more kids would have been screaming. Katie paid the locksmith, and we all hugged Corinne. THANK GOD she was OK.
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