Eric and I were discussing what we'd like for dinner, (read too friggin hot to cook, who shall we call to do the cooking for us....pizza won cause I am so sure you care) the boy and the girl were playing in the yard...but despite the baby wandering around, the house was quiet. Eerily quiet. Far to quiet with a 13 month old terror crawling around. We both realized this, panic, and so the great baby search begins. Eric figured he'd slip through the baby gate and hightailed it upstairs, so he tore up the stairs in search.
Meanwhile, I stayed on the main floor as I thought I could still hear the baby, yet, strangely , I couldn't locate him. I go into the main living room and I am standing there. Listening. I hear a sound behind me. I figure its the boys pet rats in their cage. I turn around and find a little rat all right:
"Here ratty ratty ratty"
"Daddy, why are you so white?"
Now if we can just get this child to put that much effort into actually walking....
We've since rearranged the furniture.