So this is yesterday's news to all my facebook-y friends.
But when something blog-alicious happens...somehow facebooking only satisfies for so long. Maybe it's just me though?
I was busy bee-ing. Scouring the house for the family visit this week. I have a tendency to zone. I used to be able to multi-task. Not so much any more. Anyway...I had just run back downstairs with Trevy. Fresh from his afternoon nap. And set about color coding the coats in the closet.
I know...I have issues...
Such as...I can only go five minutes max before checking my email. Which is why I stopped on red and bounced to the computer. I was engrossed in a message just in from a friend I haven't spoken to in ages. Her youngest son has been having seizures. Which is probably why I was so glued...
When suddenly Bristel yells...
Mommy...the baby gate to the kitchen is down!
And in that moment my mommy instinct went hay-wire. My thoughts were all nano-second mental pictures. Mostly of Trevor in some dangerous or mangled state. As I'm realizing that he has been awfully quiet. Kicking myself for not noticing. And doubly kicking myself for forgetting to put up the freakin' gate! And how Bristel had been leaving the door to the basement...which is off the kitchen...wide open. Trevy doesn't do stairs! Unless tumbling down them counts?
And worst of all...how our back screen door...also accessible from the kitchen...doesn't latch...
And our yard ISN'T FENCED!
To the right is super busy Main Road. To the left a gi-normous hill that leads straight into the ocean!
And even though Trevy's 2 And even though his gross motor skills are (too stinkin') excellent. His little brain is still such a baby. A sweet. Innocent. Curious. Tumble bumbling. Baby. And his safety awareness radar is non-functioning altogether!
Toby & my eyes met. I wonder who's looked wilder? And we both jetted in different directions.
Me towards anything dangerous in the house he could have gotten into. Because I had visions of him chowing the powdered bleach like ice cream!
Toby booked it outside. Where he shortly shouted my name. In way which made it really hard for me to know if the news was good or bad.
I ran outside. Nothin'. They were nowhere to be found.
So I darted back inside. The whole while shouting for Toby who wasn't answering.
We both rounded the corner at the same time.
Me breathless and manic.
Toby breathless and holding Trevy! A grinning from ear to ear. Muddy. Trevy!
"I found him playing in the mud, mom" Toby breathed out matter of factly.
I sagged against the closest wall and couldn't stop saying Oh My God...Oh My God...Oh My God!
Trevy just kept grinning. Bristel started giggling because I guess Mommy Freakouts are kinda funny when you're four.
"Well..." said Toby as he plopped Trevy to the floor.
"I guess I just saved his life!"