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August 05, 2006
No wonder my hair is falling out.

Since returning home from San Jose on Sunday, I've been too lazy to clean the house, so I had decided I'd just wait til the weekend. This morning, I decided to treat the boys to some Krispy Kreme donuts but only if they promised to help me clean this filthy mess of a house when I got home. Had I known that my two year old was going to DIAL 911 just before we left to get the donuts and that cops were going to be SEARCHING THE INSIDE OF MY HOUSE, I probably would have done a little "straightening up" and perhaps a little "fabreezing" before I left.

I can only imagine that my boys were shitting their pants when they heard police officers banging down the door. (They told me that they weren't scared, but I know them better than that, they are just like me in "over reacting" department. (OMG! BEEEEEES! CALL THE POLICE!) JUST LIKE ME. And if they try to convince you that I'm lying and that they are calm and not easily scared, just point at them and say "IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE!."

Oh, snaps!)

And I can't even IMAGINE the fear that they felt when the officers accused them of "messing around with the phone and calling 911." Luckily, they believed my boys when they blamed their little sister. (Nice to know the lengths they'll go to to protect her!) After they were through searching my house (OH DEAR GOD, they searched my filthy house.) they told the boys to tell me what had happened and to tell me not to let their sister play with the phone.

Um, ok officer. I'll go ahead and add that to the list of things that I am trying to keep my daughter from playing with, from climbing on, from eating, from sticking in her ear, from coloring on, from taking off, and so on and so forth.

THE GIRL. SHE KILLS ME.

I did laugh a little when I checked the redial button on the phone and saw 911111111111111111111111. I just hope to God that I don't get charged some kind of fine for the call because THAT wouldn't make me laugh. Not even a little.

Posted by Y at August 5, 2006 09:52 AM
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Oh My God

I am so thankful that you didn't come home to find them at your house!!!

Can you imagine what you would have been thinking?

My son dialed 911 from the Target payphone when he was younger. He had gone to the restroom with an older sibling and got done first. So he was waiting outside the restroom and playing with the phone.

The cops hunted all over the store for him after getting a description from someone.

We were looking through clothes and they walked up to us.

Kids!

And I'm sure your house wasn't that bad. It always looks so neat and clean in pictures.

If the cops saw mine right now? Yikes!

Posted by: Mary at August 5, 2006 12:54 PM

Oh my goodness, my daughter did the same thing when she was 2! I got a stern "lecture" from the 911 operator.

Posted by: Jennifer at August 5, 2006 01:02 PM

I can see where Gabby was coming from, donuts = cops. She was just trying to let them know you'd be coming home with the donuts and to get there as soon as possible.

Posted by: Flipp-ay at August 5, 2006 01:24 PM

At some point in time all of my children have done this whether it be when we are at a store , or playing with my cell phone. Its like initiation rites.
Its probably my friend is the dispatcher for 911, and realizes its just melanies kids!

Posted by: melanie at August 5, 2006 01:26 PM

LittleMan dialed 911 when he was not quite one year old. I was clueless when the cop came to our front door, and I said "What seems to be the problem officer?" He saw the baby on my hip with the all-too-coy-and-innocent exression and knew instantly.

In his scrapbook next to "first step" and "first word", there is an entry for "first time the cops had to come to the door for you".

Posted by: And Baby Makes Four at August 5, 2006 02:02 PM

My #3 did the same when he was two, I didn't realize what he had dialed and just hung up the phone. When the ciop came I was naked! So I answered the door in a towel. The cops in my town love me..... My #3 is humongous, he looked like he was 5, and the cop insisted on having a little chat with him, despite me, in a towel, standing behind him muttering "He's 2, he just doesn't know...." over and over.

Yeah, small town cops, what a thrilling job.

Posted by: clickmom at August 5, 2006 02:24 PM

Oh, man. Last year the Ex gave the Boy his own cell phone when he bought a new one, but he didn't take out the battery. That's right. And we'd been practicing the whole 911 thing, so he thought he would practice some on his own. Then he comes up to me with this confused look on his face, and he's all, "Mom? I practiced on my pretend phone but then somebody started talking back to me..."
But luckily I was able to call the cops right away and explain what had happened before they sent anybody out. Oye vey.

Posted by: PK at August 5, 2006 02:35 PM

Too funny. When I was little and my parents were teaching me how to use the phone, they explained about 911 and how I should never, EVER dial it unless it was a real emergency. Blood and/or flames needed to be involved. They really drove the point home, because after that, I was so terrified of getting near a phone because I might ACCIDENTALLY dial 911. Even now, I'm a little nervous...

Posted by: chickadee at August 5, 2006 03:04 PM

My 2 y/o did the same thing by accident. At the time I had laryngitis so when the 911 operator called back, I answered in a whisper. Really made her think something was wrong. Good to know the respond time in my area is about 3 minutes though.

Posted by: Shelly at August 5, 2006 03:35 PM

Holy crap! Do you think they were getting back at you for making them clean house on a Saturday morning. ;)

Posted by: kimberlee at August 5, 2006 04:29 PM

Oh, that Gabby is a sly minx!

Posted by: demondoll at August 5, 2006 04:55 PM

haha chickadee! i am also terrified I may accidentally dial 911! and i mean how would that even happen? When i was little I would call the operator (0) and ask her questions. like if she could see the future or if she knew where my Hello Kitty mirror was.

Posted by: julianna at August 5, 2006 05:03 PM

Y, o queen of the flickr, please bestow upon me some of your wisdom: (and I'll show you how to keep Gabs from dialing 911 by hiding the phone on top of the fridge at. all. times.)

So if I have a 20mb upload limit on the free Flickr account, and it resets every month, what happens to my photos? Are they gone at the end of the month, or are they still there? Does that mean I can only upload 20mb every month, but it will continually build a huge-o scrapbook, or am I wasting time and precious energy uploading stuff that will be gone come Sept 1?

Thankfully, gratefully, anxiously awaiting your response.

And Gabby looks adorable in her "2" pictures- hoorah for the Year of the Camera!

Posted by: Aahh! at August 5, 2006 05:55 PM

Oh, dear...that would suck.

My boy ordered wallpaper and a ringtone (on the cell) while mommy was in the restroom. Don't say a word!! I know what you're thinking, how long was I gone for? The hubby asked the same question.

Posted by: pookie at August 5, 2006 06:00 PM

That little sneakerpot! I bet those boys were scared. I can only imagine the scenerio had you been at home. LOL!

Posted by: Jazzy at August 5, 2006 06:33 PM

God, your life.....is so exciting!! Your little girl is a hoot and I would have loved to have been a lfy on the wall, to see your boys when the cops got there!! My son did that too and I got "in trouble" with the 911 operator!

Posted by: Beth at August 5, 2006 06:52 PM

We were at a party one night, playing cards with 4 or 5 other couples and the kids were running around. When the cops showed up at the door, we figured out quick that someone had called 911. In asking the kids, a little girl, about 6, was teasing the boys but said she had not called 9-1-1, she called 9-1-1-1-1-1-1! It was pretty funny, although her father did NOT think so! ...she just didnt' understand.

Posted by: Tam at August 5, 2006 07:07 PM

Oh.my.god.

That made me laugh so hard I farted.

Posted by: Corrie at August 5, 2006 08:10 PM

OMG. I hope my boys don't do that. My 2 year old loves dialing random phone numbers and chatting. It is only a matter of time...

I would lie down and die.

Die.

Posted by: Kari at August 5, 2006 08:15 PM

So maybe I should re-think the whole "letting the baby play with the phone" thing?

But I did laugh a little at this. Okay, a lot. Am I a bad person?

Posted by: Izzy at August 5, 2006 08:24 PM

Seriously? Dude.

I've got to put a stop to the phone-as-plaything thing RIGHT NOW.

Posted by: Her Bad Mother at August 5, 2006 08:28 PM

Yep, my daughter did the same thing a few years back. Of course, we were living on a military base at the time ... a very boring, non-eventful military base, so at the first hint of anything even possibly remotely exciting happening, like my 1-yr old accidentally pushing 9-1-1 while walking around with the phone, we had about a dozen cops show up. I guess it was a reeeeaaaallllyyyyy slow night for them. :)

Posted by: Kristie at August 5, 2006 08:45 PM

My son was 3 and apparently SO excited his mom (me) was making CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES he had to call 911 and let the dispatch woman know. Blessedly she was too a mother and did not send out the SWAT team. Kids. Never a boring moment is there?

Posted by: Amy at August 5, 2006 09:57 PM

Just thought I'd throw this in:

I used to work from home as a telephone operator answering calls for infomercials. I would ALWAYS get little kids calling in to order 100 dollar Disney packs, etc, and the bad thing was: I had to place their order, if they could give me their name and address and phone number. We would then bill it and ship it. I always tried asking for the "mommy" or "daddy" in hopes of sparing somebody some chaos later...

But one time I did have a little guy tell me his "daddy is asleep and smelled bad and his mommy is gone and he really really wanted the books" we were selling.

So don't let Gabby watch late night tv...

Posted by: Aahh at August 6, 2006 12:06 AM

GIGGLE! (ok I am laughing like crazy) I have to say my children have never done this, HOWEVER, I have done this TWICE while cleaning the phone. Always nice to get the call from the 911 operator and have to sound obsessive compulsive and contrite while explaining the phone cleaning. Of course, in one instance I can blame a child, because he PUKED on the phone.

Posted by: TW at August 6, 2006 05:55 AM

Oh my goodness. I would have DIED, my house has been trashed the past few days.

Too bad you weren't home though to take a photograph for the baby book;-)

But I am totally rethinking letting my baby play with the phone.

Posted by: chris at August 6, 2006 06:53 AM

we found out several months ago that even phones that are no longer in service can still dial 911. ha. I gave our nephew an old cell phone of mine and the little bugger dialed 911 when we weren't paying attention. all we heard was, "911, what's your emergency? HELLO? 911, what's your emergency?" ha. my sister in law grabbed the phone and said, "I'm so sorry! My son was playing with the phone!" The operator just said, "no problem" and that was that. phew.

Posted by: girl at August 6, 2006 07:57 AM

Ha! I just love that Gabby! But don't be letting her teach Vivian any of those tricks.

MMM . . Krispy Kreme.

Posted by: Amy at August 6, 2006 09:11 AM

Yup. It would appear that G-Unit has officially entered the realm of the "terrible twos". That little stinker!!!

And Jennifer, can I just say that your donuts=cops observation is brilliant :)

Posted by: dana michelle at August 6, 2006 09:25 AM

Been there, done that. Got the phone call back.

We didn't realize she had even gotten ahold of the phone, nevermind dial. hahaha.

Posted by: Stacey at August 6, 2006 02:39 PM

totally unrelated comment, but I thought you would appreciate this based on your past post.. someone just reached my blog via searching for "whore" and "wife." I imagine they were dissappointed. Highly.

Posted by: julianna at August 6, 2006 10:20 PM

note to self: next time you call the cops on your obnoxious neighbors at 3am and they say they will send someone out but don't, just call 911 and hang up!

Posted by: geeky at August 7, 2006 07:01 AM

OMG! LOL!! I can't imagine your poor boys - holy crap.

Posted by: Lisa at August 9, 2006 06:09 AM
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