This one takes the cake. I HOPE.

Let me set the scene for you (and I’ve included some re-enacted self-photos): It’s a busy, messy morning in the Tompkins’ apartment, about 10:55 am. Carson woke up about 4 times during the night crying, so Mommy and Carson are both a little tired. But, we have lunch plans, so life goes on, clothes must go on, teeth must be brushed, lunch must be packed, hair must be combed, etc. However (as you can see by the stacks of boxes) we are in the middle of packing up the place to move and packing for vacation, cleaning up from breakfast and making lunch to go–so chaos reigns supreme. There is a strong knock at the door. I’m immediately embarassed that some good-intentioned friend has decided to pull a drop-by and I’ll have to invite them into my disaster house. When I look through the peep-hole, I see no face, but just an arm of a man. I ask “Who is it?” “THE TUALATIN POLICE.” this a joke? No? Must just be a mistake–it’s not like someone could have filed a noise complaint about us. (This actually has happened before, and it was a mistake.) I open the door: “Hello!”

The two officers kind of start to walk in, uninvited. “That’s wierd,” I thought. “Ma’am, we received a 911 call from this apartment.” “Really? Are you sure? It must be a mistake, because I don’t think tha—–“
“Oh. My. Gosh: Carson!”
I immediately started apologizing profusely, and told them that sometimes my son plays with the phone, and he must have dialed it without me knowing. Yes, Mother of the Year Award? Right here. Thanks! They kept asking me: “Are you OK? Are you sure you are alright?” Then Officer #1 said, “I’m sorry, we have to search the apartment.” “OK” I said in a little voice, through my utter humiliation–not only for my stellar parenting, but also at my housekeeping, which could also win some awards, but not the good kind. While #1 was “searching,” #2 said, “You don’t mean this little guy, do you?” Oh-ho-ho, yes. I do. He’s deceivingly innocent. And then I said “I’m so sorry!” approximately 123 times. They were more forgiving than I deserved and never made me feel guitly (or like a slob). So, all in all–an exciting day. Do not wish to repeat any time soon.


  1. OH Jen…

    That is too good. I love the way you’ve told the story, that is a good one for the history books. Too funny!

    As for moving, I think we’ll be around to help you out next weekend. I must double check but I am pretty sure you can count the Sady’s in.

  2. Your description is hilarious! Carson has such a mischievous twinkle for such a little guy. You expected the officers to believe you?

  3. I just looked at your blog and got the update on life – looks like between a run-in with cops, nerf fuzzies all over the floor and photography issues your life has been pretty eventful. You definitely win the award for most creative mom-blog! ~lori~

  4. Okay, so I’m totally a failure at the frequent blogging thing, but I check yours every so often, and let me just say, that I think all moms have lots of days when they don’t want people just dropping by! Or, we want to see people, we just want to have a chance to clear up the toy clutter and sticky end of the table first!

    Here in Denmark, the emergency # is 112, which means that quite a few kids (apparently, though it hasn’t happened to us yet!) dial it on accident – it’s pretty dumb, really, to use numbers that are right next to each other on the phone!

  5. Hey Jen! I decided to check our your blog after the last email you sent me and I’m hooked! No, I’m an addict! Can I be a charter member of the brazenlillybaby fan club? If I could tivo your blog I would! (Except I don’t tivo now, cause I don’t know how, so that might be kinda hard. Otherwise I’d TOTALLY tivo it!)I feel like I know you again, especially after making it through all your archive files…

    Anyway, here’s a shout out from woosterweester who hopes to be blogging soon!


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