Mother of the Year

Yeah. That's me.....Mother of the Year. Let me tell you a little story.....

Saturday we were outside playing....all day. The weather was perfect. The kids were having fun. And Jesse and I were sitting back enjoying the day. It was getting later in the day and Jesse wanted to move his car in the garage. Problem was there were big boxes in his parking space. So we go in the garage to move the boxes. I come back in with a box.....head count for the kids.....Danner (check), Sawyer (check), Porter...Porter....Porter??? So I look in the  backyard. Nope. Not there. I look upstairs. Nope. Not there either. Jesse then proceeds to tell me that he can climb over the gate.The waist high gate that neither of our 3 year olds have EVER tried to climb. But our sweet, inncoent little 19 month can? Yep....that is right. He is part monkey. The gate that separates our back porch from the front porch. This gate....

We have this locked so the kids won't open it and escape. Escape the saftey of the backyard. Ok, back to the story.

SO once Jesse tells me he can jump the gate. I run to the front....quick scan around the yard/street...no Porter. So I run inside and tell Jesse to help me find him. He was gone. I go back to the front while Jesse checks inside and the back yard again.

And there is my little dude. Running towards me from our neighbors yard....ACROSS THE STREET.....eek. He had gone across the street. Ok...before you go getting in a panic. We live in a little neighborhood. With like 8 houses. It isn't very busy.....but that is beside the point. A lot could have happened in that short amount of time.

So there you have it. I am awful.....horrible..... Mother of the Year...right here. And counting my blessings that my little buggie is safe and sound in my lap.