Genevieve requested that her birthday party be at a place with a bounce house. We found a gym that had that and much more. To say that she and Sophie had a good time would be an understatement; they had a blast. Jonah also had a good time, but was disappointed that he was unable to do more.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the best parent in the world. I've yelled at my children when they didn't really deserve it. I've been pig-headed over issues that were of no consequence but I never thought I would actually misplace a child.
The other night, I was getting all three children ready for bed. On a normal night getting them ready for bed is chaos but with two people it isn't that difficult. On this night Carrie was out. If you need to picture the scene in your head imagine the "Sorcerers Apprentice". We had just finished brushing teeth and were putting on pajamas in the girls bedroom when I realized that, in my excitement to finish in the bathroom, I had forgotten to give them fluoride. As I returned with the fluoride there was an accidental bump and one tablet fell to the floor.
I put Jonah down so that Genevieve and I could search for the missing medicine. Jonah is a full-on toddler at this point; he can get-up-and-go with the best of 'em. Though when he requires speed he will still drop into a crawl. As soon as he saw the open door he knew his chance for freedom had arrived. I watched him as he crawled his fastest towards the open bedroom door. The gate on the stairs was closed so I wasn't too concerned. After all, how much trouble could he get into? About thirty seconds later we found the tablet and I left to find Jonah. While I saw him crawl out the door I didn't see which way he turned.
I looked in the hall bathroom: no Jonah. I looked in his bedroom: no Jonah. I looked in my bedroom: still no Jonah.
At this point, I became very confused. That is basically all the places he could have gone. I must have missed something. I tried listening for him but he wasn't making any noises. While there are lots of little hiding spots for a person his size he isn't quite at the level to consider hiding. I tried every room again but still couldn't find him. I even looked under my bed.
I finally realized I hadn't stuck my head into my own bathroom. I had looked in but didn't look around. I walked into the darkened bathroom, and there, on the stool, with a pleased look on his face, is Jonah happily brushing his teeth with Genevieve's toothbrush. His own toothbrush lay ignored on the counter as apparently there is something more appealing about a pink Disney princess toothbrush.
