Friday, May 2, 2008

Sneeking a Peek

Well, I made it to Friday, before I remembered that I do all my banking online. My husband and I were lying in the dark last night, discussing finances in those last few minutes before sleep comes. We couldn't agree about where we were with our accounts, so you see, I HAD to turn the computer on again. It's been pretty great, actually. With the computer and tv off, I suggested we take a break from construction too. We went to the library for Family Home Evening, and got tons of books to read. Reviews to follow. We also lost our two year old. I'm telling you, I'm up for Mother of the Year on this one. Here's the story:
After making a beeline for the kid's section, our group begins to separate. Daddy and I take off in different directions, and the kids meander around. The baby is assigned to the oldest child, who he calls 'Deet'. After finding boatloads of good books, Daddy finds Deet poring over a car magazine, with no baby in sight. We start the concerned but not yet frightened scan of the terrain. We find all four boys intent on their activities. No baby. We get more concerned. We search everywhere. Every corner, every little cubicle. We get a bit panicked. We were just about to enlist the aid of librarians when we hear his little voice scream "DAD!" We all come running to the entrance of the library, where he is standing there in the arms of a few of his brothers. My husband notices a man walking away, and tracks him down, curious to see if he had anything to do with his return. He did.
He was walking through the parking lot, when he found a van with it's trunk open and a kid inside. Apparently, he didn't see any brothers around in the library, and thought we'd left. He walked out all my himself, into the parking lot (!) and found our van. He let himself in the back, and that's where he was found by that nice man. Being a dad himself, he figured someone was probably looking for him. He brought him into the library, and told him to yell 'dad'. What drama. I tell you, my kids have some serious guardian angels. If they had a more safety conscious mom, maybe they wouldn't need so many!

8 comments:

The Clan of the Crazies said...

Yikes! My stomach is in a knot just thinking about that. Poor kiddo, but mostly poor you!

Heeere's J-dude: said...

I admire your fortitude to give up the distractions of life. However when you said you and your honey were laying in the dark I couldn't help for one split second to think that you had turned off all the electricity in your house ... now that would be going a bit too far.

With my YW DVD I was thinking about giving up the comptuer, but that would have been bad for the cause.

As for the lost kid....when #2 son was 2 years old he walked to Hollywood Video on his own. Yeah, tied for MOTY, are we!

John & Stephanie's blog said...

That's scary.
I would have freaked out!!

Thank to the Heavenly Father for guardian angels!!

I checked the peaceable walk link and I love that website, is it ok if I added it as a link on my blog?

The post you wrote about apology in March was beautiful, it touched my heart.

Allison said...

Oh wow, heart attack! I can't believe he was smart enough to go to the car! We also have LOTS of angels at our house...I think boys just get assigned more in heaven!

fivekidsandsomechocolate said...

Thank you for turning on the computer. I was getting worn out walking across the street to communicate.

Even though you told me about the adventure at the library it makes me a little ill when I read about it.

Dweezleboss said...

It's not that kids don't know what they are doing, even at a very young age (I am reputed to have found my mother a few blocks away when I was 2 or 3, when my grandmother told me to "go to your mom" not realizing my mom was at a store). It's the other people around who might not be so nice as the man who found your little guy. You so have my admiration for surviving 5 young 'uns, 2 teenagers (more or less) and a husband, day after day after day.

Jenn said...

I can't believe he went out of the store! That is a confident child!

prince wrin said...

It's not my fault people write magazines about mustangs!