So we went to a family party on Saturday and it got to about 10 pm. We're all getting shoes on and Austin asks for some fruit 'for the road'. Dave and I get up and go into the kitchen to search for baggies and fruit and there's chaos all around. Everyone is packing up and leaving..
Maybe a minute or 2 goes by and I look at Dave and say, "Where's Nathan?"... I start looking around thinking he locked himself in a bedroom or bathroom as is typical, but don't find him after one sweep of the house. Now I get frantic and start screaming, "WHERE IS THE BABY? WHO HAS THE BABY???" and everyone starts scrambling and searching... My sister-in-law runs out front to see if he's gotten out and the neighbor from across the street is walking back towards the house holding Nate. Apparently someone left the front door open and Nate walked out, crossed the street and went up to the neighbors open garage- the guy was in there with the lights on doing laundry...
Needless to say, we were pretty freaked out. It was pitch black out and people were leaving the party- cars in motion and all. Nathan's fine.. but as Austin said, "that was pretty scary, Mom".
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I woke up Sunday morning thinking about that little guy out in the street in dark of night and a chill went through me...THANK GOD he's ok
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