I've mentioned before my love of arsenic hour. It continues to be one of my favorite times of day. Yesterday was no exception to this rule.
The kids come in from the backyard with Ian in tow, crying. He managed to fall off the fence he was climbing onto a piece of glass and cut the bottom of his foot. We had a mini-triage clinic in Tara's room where I decided it wasn't quite severe enough for stitches. I managed to get the foot cleaned up (no small feat) and kids distracted with drawing to feed the baby who was past being patient. Ian was limping around, but calmed down.
I figured since Ian was "injured" his jail-break tendencies would be on hold long enough for me to feed poor Kyra. I went to my room to nurse her. Maybe five minutes later the doorbell rang. It was 5:15pm which means it was probably the neighbor girl just getting home and wanting to play. I decided to let Tara handle the door, so Kyra could actually get an entire feeding instead of a quick snack. Then Tara calls to me, "Mom it is a grown up for you."
I reassemble myself quickly and head for the door. That is where I find...
My neighbor (2 doors down) returning something we lost.
AMY
My child who doesn't know how to open doors
or stay out of the street, or to be afraid of strangers
This is cause for some serious concern because my neighbor is only returning ONE child and I know TWO must be missing.
neighbor: Um, I think you lost one.
Me: Amy?! You found Amy? Where is Ian?
as if on cue Ian comes running from the opposite side of the street calling "Mom, I'm chasing butterflies."
Me: Thank you so-n-so
neighbor: I just got home from mowing some yards and saw her. I didn't think she should be out.
Me: I was feeding the baby...
It is at this point that I realize no amount of explanation makes this ok, and I look extremely incompetent. Therefore, I thank him profusely, again, and take all the kids (I did a head count to verify) inside.
Then I camped out on the tile floor leaning against the front door and called Jared. "You MUST stop at Lowe's on the way home and find something, anything, that will keep Ian IN this house!"
Oh, did I mention my neighbor (who I have spoken with all of 4 times) is also a law enforcement officer? I'm not sure if that is a good or a bad thing.
7 comments:
My oldest escaped when she was 14 months old. She went to my neighbors as well who was a once a cop. I did not have any other kids to feed at the time.
Oh my gosh! Good luck with that neighbor...my guess is whatever Jared can find to keep Ian in is worth it! Savannah is just venturing into that world and I am grateful that there is only one door in this house that doesn't have a deadbolt (keylock only). Here starts the inconvenience, but yet, as you so beautifully expressed, so worth the inconvenience! :)
Laura,
If it's any consolation, shortly after we moved here to Natchitoches I fell asleep on the floor next to Danny while we were watching Sesame Street. (I was very pregnant with Tim). The next thing I knew, my bell was ringing and the policeman giving speeding tickets had found him in the street. Fortunately for me, Danny and Sgt Donaho ended up becoming fast friends. Danny would just go out to the yard and talk to him and watch him radar the people coming down the street; Sgt. Donaho even took Danny for a ride on his motorcycle.
You should be so lucky.
Tell Jared to pick up duct tape and some handcuffs while he's at it!
You know this happens to everyone at some point. I just hate when it does. You are a fabulous Mom without enough arms. We got a top lock. It is only visible to the inside and JJ can barley reach it. It keeps little ones in and I love it. If you need a pic I will send you one. It is a deadbolt. I think we will be putting one on the garage door soon. Good luck with this one.
Ian never stops, does he?! I'm so glad sweet Amy was returned home safely. And I hope Jared found something good!
Aaahhh scary!
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