lost and found

I lost Reese today. In our house. I'm a little embarrassed by how distressed I got when I couldn't find him, but I'll share with you anyway.

Down the hall I walked, baby on hip, to grab some towels for our bathroom. I couldn't carry a stack of towels and the giant baby, so I set him on the ground. He got up and toddled into his room. I walk the towels down the hall and immediately go back to his room. He is gone.

"Reese," I begin calling. "Come out, Come out wherever you are!", I yell. There is no response.

I walk back down the hall still calling his name. Is he in the bedroom? No. The bathroom? No. The front rooms? Nope.

My heart starts accelerating rapidly. I quickly sweep the kitchen and dining room knowing good and well it is impossible for him to have moved quickly enough to reach either of these places. Could someone have swooped in and kidnapped him that quickly? {I really think these things.}

Retracing my steps, I head back towards his bedroom.

Then I hear him. A little growling mixed with a little grunting. Back into his room I go. Is he in the closet? No. Under the crib? Nope. That little stinker is under the full size bed in his room. Evidently some blocks had gotten stashed under there and he felt inclined to join them.

Another crisis averted.

Don't worry. I gave him a stern lecture about responding immediately when he hears my voice. I'm sure this will NeVeR happen again.