my run, run, run, run, ah run away… Is that how the song goes?
Well anyway, I do have a run away on my hands. Isaac has no bubble around him what so ever. No distance is too far, no stranger is too strange and no cliff is too steep. I swear, I’ll be surprised if Isaac makes it to his 3rd birthday.
I have made all efforts to keep Isaac safe and locked in this house! I have put door knob covers on the doors. I’m in the habit of closing the garage door every time I come home. I’m making sure I know where he is at all times.
I can’t tell you how many times I have caught him darting across the circle headed for the neighbors back yard. Obviously our back yard not fun enough. Last week I found him 3 houses down, in their back yard shooting hoops like it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing. Another time, a neighbor (2 houses down) informed us that one day Isaac walked in their back door and sat down on their couch as comfortable as can be. He had never been in this house before.
This boy is going to turn me gray very soon.
I had been feeling guilty about loosing track of him so much. All these events are not my fault though. The boy is crazy fast. I now have proof too.
Last Sunday in church I was sick so Jer took me home after sacrament. Upon his return to church the ladies in the nursery asked Jer to change Isaac’s diaper. He did and then returned him back to the nursery. The ladies commented on how quick Isaac was and how he had slipped out of the class room earlier that day (as well as the week before.) In an effort to combat this they pushed a table up against the door so it couldn’t be opened. Jer returned to his class and 10 min later someone came to get him and asked him if he or I had Isaac. The answer was obviously NO so the search part began. No one had seen him in the hallway so he must have gone out the door. Everyone flew to the parking lot. He was no where to be found. About 15 min later someone discovered him. Isaac had gone into another sacrament meeting and had sat down with some strange family and had been playing with their toys and totally enjoying himself. The family assumed it was someone’s child in their meeting and just let him play.
I am so happy he was found and that he was safe. How awful it would have been if something horrible had happened! I can’t help but giggle though. I’m also so happy that I wasn’t involved in his disappearance. It makes me feel like I’m not totally negligent and that these challenges are because Isaac is really so fast and can quietly sneak out in a split second. It could really happen to anyone. I have certainly learned to keep a tight rein on this boy and hopefully he’ll make it see another year of life.
13 responses so far ↓
1 Cami // Apr 25, 2008 at 9:10 pm
Since you know my oldest daughter, all I can say is HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
2 wendy // Apr 25, 2008 at 10:36 pm
He’s a tricky little booger. Just for fun I have this vivid image of him riding down your driveway on Emma’s bike & bailing off into the grass. It always makes me giggle.
3 linnie // Apr 25, 2008 at 11:53 pm
Don’t feel too bad I was always losing his father, too.
4 kate // Apr 26, 2008 at 10:47 am
Good luck! You have your hands full:D Have you seen the little fake door alarms? One part goes on the door, the other on the door frame (with adhesive). If you don’t turn them off, they shriek when the door is open. My friend has them… it at least lets you know the door has opened so you can go see who did it.
5 AuntieD // Apr 26, 2008 at 11:54 am
I so understand…heehee
6 AuntieD // Apr 26, 2008 at 11:55 am
oh the song…i think goes…HEzzzzzzzzzz a little run away-hay.
7 AuntieD // Apr 26, 2008 at 11:56 am
or SHEzzzzzzzzz a little run-a-way-hay….daddy’s girl..something something…LOL
8 Carrie // Apr 26, 2008 at 4:01 pm
All I can say is I hope YOU make it to YOUR next birthday. Sounds like you guys have got a lifetime of adventures ahead of you!
9 macy // Apr 27, 2008 at 10:07 am
Amanda- This was funny to read- but I understand your frustrations!! My six-year-old has gotten into trouble everyday this week. He keeps inventing new ways to drive me crazy! I can’t keep up with him! The last time he got in trouble (for trying to microwave a book in the garage) he ran behind the neighbors house and wouldn’t come out. That was fun. Good luck to us all!!!
10 Julie // Apr 28, 2008 at 2:15 pm
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! If it’s any help Sam’s brother was found streaking the neighborhood when he was 2 (and by streaking I mean NAKED!!)
11 Julia // Apr 29, 2008 at 5:48 am
My number two (daughter) is like that also. I swear she’s wandered off half a dozen times in the last month. Just wait until you have three. Being outnumbered three to one makes it doubly (if not more so) difficult to do just about anything, than it did when I just had two, especially since my oldest is six months or so younger than your Emma. Grocery shopping has become quite the crazy adventure–a night- mare really. I’m sure I’m not the only one that feels that way. If any one has grocery shopping–with kids in tow–success secrets, I’d love to hear them. For example, how do get them to stay and sit in the cart without climbing out, fighting with each other, or screaming; and if they’re out, how do you keep them from running opposite directions from one another and pulling things off the shelves? I swear I feel like I live in a zoo sometimes.
12 Shannon // Apr 29, 2008 at 12:01 pm
Ha that is funny. It reminds me of my younger brother Brandon when he was young. One time when he was about 3 years old we were living with my grandparents at the time. When he was suppose to be sleeping he pushed a chair to the door and unlocked the top chain part of the door along with the deadbolt. He then wondered off. No one knew he was missing because my parents thought he was sleeping. I don’t remember how they realized he was gone. I just remember a search party at 9:00 p.m. and they found him in a school park a couple of blocks away.
13 Dana // Apr 30, 2008 at 12:09 pm
It’s gotta be genetic. I remember several different occasions in my early childhood on which I wondered whether I would ever see Jeremy again. I recall one time in particular — I think we were at the baseball fields in Greenbriar — praying fervently that someone would find Jeremy and bring him back to us, as we’d been on the hunt for quite some time. In retrospect, I’m not quite sure why I prayed so hard, given the daily abuse I received at his hands (still waiting for that apology, Jeremy . . . . :)).