
Yesterday Matt entered the building with full hands, a wound-up Lexi, and another man. I had left to go to Costco with friend Jessica. When Matt got up to the apartment, he couldn't find his keys anywhere even after re-tracing his steps. So either he dropped them down the elevator shaft (through the space between the elevator & the door) or he left them in the outside door to our building where they got swiped. Due to traffic in New Jersey and congestion at Costco, I was gone for 2 hours. Matt waited with Lexi in our lobby, bummed an empanada off Enrique at the bodega, and kept Lexi happy (which was a task since it was past her naptime!). When I got home, we decided to try and keep Lexi up for another hour or so and then put her to bed early. In the meantime, we had to pay our Super a little extra so he would tend to our needs right away by replacing the cylinder lock on our door. As one of the few white tenants in the building, we were nervous that whoever may have swiped the keys would know right where we live and clean us out... we put a movie on while Matt ran to the hardware store and I assisted the super & she was OUT by the end of the first 5 minutes.