Thursday, August 01, 2013
The gray hair maker...
LUCAS! This child.
A couple weeks ago Judah shut our gate and I didn't notice that the latch hadn't caught just right..until..I couldn't find Lucas. He had gone out the back gate into the alley, into the neighbors yard and climbed up their fire escape to the top floor apartment entrance. It was burning hot and he was up there going "hot hot hot" over and over and wouldn't come down...I had bare feet that I burned as I climbed quickly to the top to get him and bring him home safely.
A couple days ago we were at SAM's Club getting lunch before we shopped, Judah was sitting across the table from me, Lance was getting ketchup for our hotdogs and Lucas was following him around. I glanced at Judah right when he blew the paper off the straw and it beaned me right in the open eye ball. As I was tearing up and rubbing my wound, I glanced over and saw Lucas sitting at a different table drinking out of a cup that I assumed was ours...but no. It wasn't ours. It was some ladies, she sat it down while getting something from the condiment area and Lucas claimed it as his own. We helped the lady get a new drink and locked Lucas into a cart.
Yesterday we went to Monkey Joe's...only one exit and they don't let you out without a grownup who has a matching wrist band. It's bouncy houses and they sell food. Seems pretty safe and a place I should be able to somewhat relax...ha. Some lady had left all her food garbage sitting on her table as well as some trinket toys, including a tiny bouncy ball...which I found in Lucas's mouth. I dug it out and gave it back to the gal and she just laughed and continued to leave her stuff there and left. I cleaned it up after Lucas went back for some old crust.
Today. The kicker. I took the gate off of our porch because I was expecting some people to arrive within minutes. I closed the door and told the boys not to let anyone in with out me and I went to the bathroom. I came out and the house was quiet. Too quiet. I found Judah on the porch playing and asked him where Lucas was...he didn't know. I knew he was gone. Just knew it. The lady across the street yells out "he went that way" and motions down the street. I start scouring the street and people's yards and she yells out again "he turned the corner and went up the street"...I'm sorry, but could you not have stopped him lady?! or gotten me?! sigh...Off I ran. I found him two blocks away in the arms of some guy who had pulled over when he saw Lucas in the street alone. (thank you kind lecturing stranger). Him and another guy were trying to find the police's non-emergency number to call. I came running up the street yelling "he's mine!" like a crazy person. Thanked them profusely for actually stopping and helping Lucas and keeping him safe. The guy who found him was all "you should really watch him closer"....if you only knew. sigh...
He waits like a ninja for a moment of weakness. And then takes full advantage.
He's lucky he's so darn cute ;)
And these are only the recent "big" incidents. It does not include the daily interactions of keeping him out of the toilet, and out of the sinks, and off of tables and from climbing rails, and bringing truck loads of dirt in the house, and finding every pen he can and unloading drawers and cupboards and and and...the list is long.
And of course this is a picture of him climbing something. Cause that's what he does.
He must have a pretty awesome guardian angel...cause he's hard to keep up with! Thankfully nothing bad has actually happened...but too close for my comfort!
So Much to Love
I love people. I love bright eyes. I love my sons, Judah & Lucas. I love laughing. I love my ringtone. I love love. I love Jesus. I love tattoos. I love milk. I love creative expression. I love smiles. I love Philippians. I love bridges. I love my house and haven. I love a rainy night. I love doing nothing. I love almonds and banana chips. I love music. I love cowboy hats. I love Anna Maria Island. I love (diet) dr.pepper. I love a good story. I love wildflowers. I love to fly. I love rod iron. I love babies. I love going to the movies. I love midnight. I love allegra. I love sunsets. I love long kisses. I love the color red. I love starshollow. I love community. I love doing life with friends. I love witty banter. I love jessilynn.com. I love my family. I love pretty things. I love cruisin' with my girls. I love remembering when. I love authentic individuals. I love hot tamales. I love when kids giggle. I love Lance. I love bonfires. I love finding people I thought I'd lost. I love yard sales. I love tacobell. I love seeing people do good. I love violins and steel guitar. I love driving to the airport. I love seeing people around me succeed at their dreams. I love being included. I love flipflops. I love blogging. I love long talks. I love dreaming.