Wednesday, June 03, 2009

4 kids is quite the thrill ride

3 weeks ago, I let G go play outside, but told him he had to stay on this side of the street. If he wanted to cross to his friend's house, he had to ask me. Well, I look up and he's gone. I called his friend's mom, and yup, he was inside playing. He told her I said it was okay. I had him come home for lunch.
Later that day, another neighbor was over (we seriously have an Ozzie and Harriet neighborhood!), but I told him he HAD to stay in the backyard or come inside. I sit down to nurse the baby and look out the window. He was across the street at the girl's house! I stuck my head out the door and told him to go back to the yard. He screamed at me so I told him to get inside. He took off running. I started following him, baby still latched on. He ran faster and crossed the main street in our neighborhood. This is at 3:30 pm! The busiest time with kids coming home from school and whatnot. The neighbor asked if I needed help and I shoved Baby M into her arms and took off running. I chased him for 3 blocks but couldn't catch him. Fortunately, MIL was loading things into her car. I ran back and yelled at her to start the car, we had to catch G. It took her a second, but we chased him down. He ran 6 blocks and was running along the highway. When I jumped out of the car to catch him, I caught him by the hood of his jacket (thank goodness for that hoodie!) just as he darted into the highway!!
I have never run so hard in my life or been so stinking scared. Terrified would be a better word.

So, today (what is it with Wednesday??) had come home from the library, and I had my thinking cap on. Knowing that E is a runner, I closed the garage door before I got him out of his carseat. I knew that the back gates were closed, so I smugly went inside to nurse the baby and get lunch ready. I heard E call "stuck". Figuring he had gotten stuck either in the weeds out the back door or in the toys in the garage, I sent G to help him. Biscuits in the oven and meat in the pan. I'm good! G comes in to tell me he can't find E. Look again, I tell him. He does. Still can't find him. I tell him to look in the toy bin. He's not there. Dang. I go put on my shoes and head out to look for him. I start calling him and can hear his voice coming from outside. Must be stuck between the garbage cans. I keep calling to keep him talking. I start getting worried when I can't find him anywhere, despite being able to faintly hear him. Then I look up.
The words that came out of my mouth can't be printed in a family-friendly blog.
He had climbed up our 2 ladders leaning against the side of the house. 2 10 foot ladders. Yes, 10 frikkin feet! He was at the top!!! I hand baby to G and scream for M. He comes running out and I tell him to go get someone. Who, he asks. I don't care! Anyone!
I knew I could get up there, but wasn't sure how stable the ladder was or how I would bring him back down. The kid weighs at least 35 pounds after all.
M came back with the next door neighbors and the neighbor across the street came to help too. Neighbor J climbed up and handed him to neighbor C while I steadied the ladder. We got him down safely, and put the ladders down.

So what does he do this evening? Yeah, he finds a ladder in neighbor J's garage. Climbs all 10 feet of it to the storage shelf. Thank goodness he knows not to climb down eh?

My kids are freaking me out.


Stacy S said...

Oh, my! I don't think that I would have any hair left that wasn't gray! I think maybe you should stay home next Wednesday with the covers over your head...

Kathy said...

Oh boy! Or maybe I should say oh boys! We've had some scary experiences too so I know just how you feel. It's amazing that most children make it to adulthood with the crazy things they do! They must have angels watching over them.

PapaCoyote said...

I was thinking "4 kids is quite a nightmare" Reading your blog entry did nothing to disabuse me of the notion.

GinaG said...

You deserve a long hot bath after all that! Unfortunately I could just picture it lol. Guess I'm lucky that it's only my middlest child who does such things in our household. She was the child that caused me to start locking ourselves inside the house, so that I could hear the deadbolt "click" as she was trying to make the great escape, made the garage off-limits for years and had to have a harness as a toddler, and on and on. Thank goodness you have a neighborhood where everyone helps each other. In our neighborhood we are pretty much on our own when things go awry.

RasJane said...

Kathy, I know my kids have guardian angels. It's really the ONLY explanation!
Stacy--I keep checking my hair. Any day now I'm sure.
I am thinking of imposing a lockdown of sorts. I can't even keep E out of the strret when I'm watching him. I have been looking at sites that sell things like traffic cones just to give drivers a heads up. And if we ever do any large events this summer, I am absolutely buying a leash. Quite fond of the stroller..

Sarah said...

But, locks on the backyard gates are my new friends. Yep, I chased an escapee last week.

Shady Lady said...

OMG! Well, if I wasn't convinced before, I am now! One is a good number...and I'm so glad she's not a runner.

I'm glad everyone is safe!