The Escape Artist

Well, my toddler took a few years off my life on the weekend!

I was on the computer & he was watching tv & he told me he'd be "right back!" I didn't think anything of it. Just as I hit "send" on the e-mail I'd been typing, I heard him call my name & he sounded distant. I figured he'd crawled under the couch again & went looking for him. Well, I could not find him anywhere & he wouldn't respond to my calling him.

I started to get that awful panicky feeling because somehow I knew he wasn't in the house. I'd locked the front door & it was still locked, so he couldn't have gone out that way. I hadn't thought he could open the back door & the yard is fenced in so I should have been able to see him if he was there. I looked there anyways & could'nt see him. Ran back inside & did a quick look again around the house, calling for him but by now I was sure he wasn't there.

Finally I went to the back door & called out to him to come get a muffin (one of his favourite snacks) hoping I'd at least get a response, and thank gooness I heard him call me!

The little BUGGER had got the back door open, crawled under the fence & hid there while I was calling him!

Lots of hugs & lots of scolding & a now always locked back door!

Big Mess

My little guy decided it would be fun to spread rolled oats all over the kitchen floor - at least he was willing to help clean-up!