Prison Break

Tonight is the night Prison Break returns to the TV line up after a 4 month hiatus. When we left our gang of degenerates it appeared that the escape plan had been thwarted. Of course that would be the recurring theme for the entire series. Despite the somewhat implausible storyline arcs this is a show that grabs your attention. There were times watching the first 13 episodes that I would literally have to get up and leave the room because I couldn't take the tension. Of course I am a bit of a suck. I cry at commercials, can't watch trailers for scary movies late at night, that sort of thing. I guess it's a testimate to the show's great writing that we're willing to believe that a death row inmate would be giving a job on the maintenance crew, socializing with his own brother among other inmates. I'm so glad it's back.

In honour of Prison Break returning, Mike and I experienced a little prison break of our own. Since the time Abby moved into her "big girl" bed from her crib we've had a child safety lock on her door. You know the kind, a big plastic secondary door knob that fits over the original door knob. In a small child's hands it doesn't nothing but spin drunkenly around the knob and denies them the ability to open door. We installed this device on the recommendation of our doctor after Abby started experiencing night terrors at an early age. During a terror she would often attempt to get away from whatever was after her in the dream. As I mentioned the stairs are steep in our house so the knob was a way of ensuring her safety of she decided to take off before we got to her. She hasn't had a night terror in some time, barring a couple she had during Maya's stay in the hospital. Night terrors can be brought on by stress and/or lack of sleep. Still we left the safety knob in place out of habit.

Saturday night was rather trying. Maya actually did not too bad. Abby was the problem this time around. She woke up about an hour or so after she went to bed and was crying because she had peed her bed. It happens from time to time, but not very often. So I changed her bedding and got her back into bed, but she would not stop crying. I thought for a second she was having a night terror, but typically she won't let me touch her or talk to her, it sends her into a fit of hysterics. So she was talking to me and would sit on my lap, but would not stop crying huge uncontrollable sobs. She wanted to be in bed and then once there wanted to get up. Wanted to go downstairs and then changed her mind when we got there. Wanted her Daddy, then didn't. She kept scratching her head and rubbing her ears, making me think maybe she had an ear infection. She's never had one before so I wasn't quite sure, but then she stopped bothering with them all together. I finally managed to get her into our bed and turned on cartoons. Thank God for 24 hours kid channels. She was fast asleep in no time. An hour later she was up again... repeat what happened earlier. And again. And again. Finally about 4 she conked out for good, curled up in the fetal position on top of the blanket by our feet. Mike managed to move her back to her own bed and we all slept.

At 9 am there was Abby standing beside my bed. "Time to wake up , Mommy." I, wrongly, assumed she had been released from her bedroom by Mike. Usually we'll crack open her door when we're up before her in the morning so she can wander downstairs on her own. Mike had neglected to do that Sunday morning. After waking me Abby went back to her own room reappearing with the safety knob in two pieces. "Mommy, I took this apart." Yes, my daughter dismantled the child safety knob, the one that's supposed to keep her safely in or out of a specific area. I'm not exactly sure how she accomplished it. It's probably safe to say she's a mini- MacGyver. The only available tools I could find in her room were a Barbie shoe, a hair elastic and a stuffed cow.