Adventures with Jenna

Lately, Jenna and I have been going outside about noon, spreading out a blanket in the front yard and looking at clouds and jet vapor trails. She loves this and has been asking to do it every day. While we were outside today, she put her arm around me and said, "Mommy, we are best friends."

That was the calm part of the day, which was about to come to a sudden end. After the cloud-watching, we were getting ready to leave to take lunch to Julia. I opened the door leading out to the garage and pushed the button to raise the garage door. Then I thought I hadn't locked the front door, so I went back to check while Jenna ran out into the garage. On my way back to the garage after checking the front door, I heard Jenna scream her "I'm truly, legitimately in trouble" scream. I ran to the garage and found Jenna hanging by her hands from the bottom of the garage door, which, by this time, was all the way to the top of the garage. I had visions of her letting go and falling to the concrete floor, so I ran at her yelling, "Don't let go! Don't let go!" Thankfully she didn't, and I got her down and checked to make sure her hands and fingers were OK. She was very shaken up (me, too) and after she calmed down a bit we had a talk about how we should never, ever touch the garage door while it is moving. She said, still crying, "OK! OK!"

Then I recounted the story to Julia and her friends at lunch and of course, they thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard -- especially when Jenna kept saying, "I went up, up, up!"

I don't think it's funny yet. But I probably will someday.