Whenever I take off Shelly's diaper, she makes a mad dash away to avoid the new diaper. She runs and laughs and checks to make sure I'm still following and then scoots off again. Tonight, she escaped the house! Maybe I should be worried about the neighbors thinking we're crazy, or something, but they've thought we're crazy for a long time, so what do we have to lose? And anyway, Archer survived HIS great escape a few years ago...
In case you didn't hear the story, I had gone away to get my hair done on a Saturday morning. David was in the living room but dozed off on the couch. And Archer, maybe about a year old, was realizing that he could open the front door just by pulling down on the handle. Fast forward a few minutes... And there was a knock on the (wide open) front door to wake up David. There stood our neighbor, holding Archer (who was wearing only a diaper) and wondering how he had escaped. David told me what had happened when I got home, and I could only laugh - it was scary, but how could I be mad? Its one of those countless moments as a parent when your kid gets away from you and I just hope that the next time it happens, there will be kind people to help us survive it. Because no matter how much we watch our kids, pay attention, and keep track of what's going on, there will be those moments. Its those times when we're grateful that we've surrounded ourselves with loving people, family, neighbors, friends.
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