This just in...

Associated Press (Wis.): Little Andrew R*** slept in his crib all night long for the first time in almost 21 months. He was put down in his crib by his mother at 9:30 p.m. on Sunday, May 17th. He fussed for about two minutes, before nodding off to the tune of his Baby Einstein aquarium crib toy.

The mother, Sarah, could hardly believe it when she woke up at 5:00 a.m. and noticed no visitor was in her bed. She went to check on him. "I was scared something happened to him", she stated, "but he was just sound asleep".

She took her shower and continued to listen for the cries of her toddler. She actually woke him up at 7:30 a.m. because she was afraid of possible milk leakage at work, since he normally feasts 2-3 times a night. "He was happy to have his beloved 'boo', but he didn't seem to notice that he spent the night in his crib instead of my bed". Even more surprising is the fact that the toddler had been nursing much more frequently due to a stubborn molar, the last of 20 teeth, has been working its way in for quite awhile.

Sarah wonders if this could possibly be a fluke, but she hopes she doesn't jinx it by talking about it. "Shhhh", she brings her finger up to her mouth, dismissing any further discussion.

Correction...

In my "Runaway" story, I mentioned that I thought there were 6 or so houses between ours and the one he ended up at. We went for a walk tonight and it's more like 10-11 houses! It's pretty far!

Us!

:) DH took a picture of his peach trees, and we just happened to fall into the frame. Actually, I didn't get a pic on Mother's Day, so this is just a few days late.

A horrible morning.

I got a phone call today at work just before 10:00 am.

It was my husband.

DH: "You better come home right now."

Me: "Why?"

DH: "I can't find Andrew."

Me (screaming): "WHAT?!?"

DH: "I was washing off the lawn mower and I lost sight of him for a minute and he was gone."

I run out the door, telling the receptionist I have to run home because Andrew is missing. I get to my car and go screeching out of there, hitting almost 90 MPH on the Interstate (I know, not smart, but desperate times call for desperate measures). I got home in 3 minutes (normal commute home is about 6).

I get home, totally expecting to find my husband holding Andrew.

He is searching for him in the neighbor's yard (our backyard leads to it). I ask him if he has called 911 yet, and he hasn't, so I call them.

My first 911 call, and I'm not too great at it, but I manage to get the words out that my 20 month old son is missing, I give them my address and a description of Andrew (white-blonde hair, wearing a blue shirt). I tell them no, that he wasn't in the house (he LOVES being outside and throws a fit every time we try to take him back inside).

They say to stay in the yard and the officer would be right there.

Screw that, I'm going to look! So, I start searching. As I'm frantically running around, I see a couple of hot construction workers and they say they will help me--I give a description of Andrew and tell them his name. Thank heavens for nice people! A few other neighbors get wind of what's going on, so they help with the search. I call my mom at work as I'm looking, and she makes her way over from work.

Two police cars and the Sherrif show up, as well as First Responders. We now have about 10 people on foot, as well as several police officers from surrounding towns. I learned later that they called up police officers from 3 surrounding towns, and they were going to send a search dog.


About 20 minutes into the search, I see my hubby coming down the street with Andrew in his arms.

I told him, "WE'RE DONE." I was so mad. However, he felt bad about what happened, and I could tell he was scared.

I am so glad Andrew was okay! He wandered down past about 6-7 houses, and ended up on the front step of one of the newly constructed duplexes. The people there then gave him to DH.

He went FAR! Even the police officers didn't think he'd get that far. I knew in my heart that he was okay, because I didn't get any bad feelings. It felt so good to have him in my arms. I can't believe how great everyone was to help us. Thank goodness we don't live in a major city.

We live near two streets that can get pretty busy. Luckily, he just stayed on our street. The time of day helped too--not too many cars crusing down it at 10:00/10:30 a.m.

I just keep thinking of the horrible things that could have happened. He could have been hit by a car or someone could have kidnapped him. He is damn cute, after all. This is him tonight.




PS, we're putting up a fence in our backyard--we were going to anyway, but now we're really going to. This boy likes to run.

Amazing!

DH stopped by my work after dropping Andrew off at my mom's house (he is going up to "the land" with his brothers). Anyway, he said he had been out in the front yard and Andrew was in the house, watching from the screen door. DH finished up what he was doing and went to the door to call for Andrew. He didn't come. He went inside and found him in my bed, asleep! He had climbed up there and went to bed. He normally takes his naps in his crib; he also starts the night out in there. I am so amazed that he did this--wow! The bed is "our" place. In the middle of the night, when he wakes up, he comes in there by me. I think maybe it's his super comfort zone, especially when I'm at work. He wanted to go to his snuggly spot.

Oh, and DH was able to get him in the car and to my mom's without waking him. Guess the little bugga was tired!

Weaning update!

And...................nada.

The kid is loving the boobie right now, and is even taking in extra feedings. The very last tooth: a 2-year molar on the upper left, has been working its way in for quite awhile now. Well, it must be really bugging him right now because he was sticking his finger in his mouth the other day. He is also gnawing on stuff, and I think sucking is maybe providing some relief. Unfortunately, I am his suckie (DH has always called pacifiers "suckies"--isn't that cute?). The kid never took a paci as a baby; the only good thing is I didn't have to wean him from that. The bad thing is, I want to wean him from ME and it's my summer goal for him to be done by the time he turns 2 (which is quickly approaching--August 25th). I think I'm going to cry when he turns 2!

My funny boy...

So, two nights ago, I'm hanging out with Andrew and the t.v. is on in the background. All of a sudden, a commercial for Perkin's comes on, flashing bacon, eggs, and other foods across the screen, and Andrew is standing on the couch, looking at the t.v. excitedly saying, "Mmmmmmmm! Nummmm! Mmmmmmm! More! More! Nummm! Mmmmmm!" It was so cute.

Darn marketing pulls 'em in young!

It was on again last night, so I got to show DH the reaction Andrew has to the commercial. He thought it was funny too.

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PS, I am so glad Adam is still in the game on Idol! Go ADAM!!!!!! Danny would be my 2nd choice because he seems nice, can sing pretty well, and hey, he's from Wisconsin. Power of the cheese, man, power of the cheese.

Some cuteness...

This is from the other day. I was sitting on the couch and heard Andrew laughing behind me. I turned around and this is what I see. He was laughing SO hard--it was so funny. He was then drinking his water and letting it run down his front, thus the wet shirt. He's such a character!
This one is from yesterday. DH bought a new wheelbarrow for gardening purposes. I thought I could use it to put other cute things inside, like this little boy. I was pushing him around the yard and he thought it was super cool. DH was in the backyard and I came back there, telling him I had some dirt for him, and he turned around to see Andrew. He got a kick out of it too!

We are so happy for this long-awaited nice weather!