take II...or III or whatever number I'm on.
Over the last few days there have been some real doozies.... the first being Willem escaping the house.
I can tell I'm going to try to over explain this so it doesn't sound bad...I can just tell. Three things you should know: Luke was on shift, Willem started opening the door, on his own, a few months ago and I'm still adjusting, we've taught Willem not to go on the road as best we can (but often the older boys ride bikes and roller blade on it since we live near the end of a cul-de-sac making warnings less serious than they should be in Willem's little mind I'm sure).
SO- now you're nervous right? Willem Ellis got out and I'm talking about road safely.
I was giving Gisella a bath...I heard the door open...I heard Noah go out...I didn't hear Willem's scamper...but I thereafter did not hear him downstairs making noise and knew he must have ventured out. Noah is 10, old enough, in my opinion, to watch him for a few minutes (if I tell him specifically-which didn't in this incidnece) bottom line: I didn't run down the steps freaking out with a wet baby.
A few minutes later there is a knock on the door (our door bell has a marble or something in it and doesn't really work...seriously). Our college age neighbor two houses down stood there with her boyfriend looking quite worried. She kind of looked around inside...
"Your little boy was on the road. I tried to walk him back, but he yelled "No!! you're not my friend!" and ran away. I wanted to make sure he got home okay. He at least knows stranger wariness."
At this point Willem peaks around the corner from coming in through the back door looking very naughty. I'm feeling pretty crummy myself.
I was still holding a wet baby in a towel, so I really didn't need to explain the situation....but of course I felt the need to try. See...I had gotten news that Christian had wrecked his little bike just before the concerned couple knocked....off of another neighbor's parked across the sidewalk car (after further investigation later, he hit the tire- thankfully no damage) and this event had caused a massive retreat back to the house to tell of the event. The pace had been too fast for Willem as he tried to follow the older boy's bikes speeding back via the road.
So...that was a low light. I figured after giving Willem a lecture on road safety again (which includes graphic depictions of bugs being smashed) and deciding I would indeed have to clamor down the steps with a wet newborn next time I hear his pudgy little hands on the storm door-I figured we were due to have some brighter points in the week.
Now the post will get really long...feel free to grab some coffee. Just kidding...I'm winding down.
The day after these events, Luke put Will down for his nap before going to work in the afternoon. Thirty minutes or so later, I heard a gigantic crash which I assumed was all of the wire shelving in his closet. When I went up to check on his welfare...I discovered the whole bottom section of the window has been ripped out of the tracks and was hanging down the wall. The screen was still in tact...but as Will's bedroom is on the second floor...I'm beginning to wonder if he will make it to adulthood. He got another lecture, this one about bugs falling out of windows and how bookshelves are for books, not climbing.
And the next day...Adrian said he wanted me to see something out by the chickens. The wire guard on the heat lamp was off and we (well I really) had nearly burned down the coop during the night judging by the dark brown smoking pine chips that looked minutes from bursting into flame. The guard is back on. This may be the best time to mention that our chicken that laid the pretty blue eggs died of heat stroke a few weeks back (at least we think it was due to that...she wasn't sick and the water was low), so now we just have two. Far be it from me to let the illusion of perfection hang too clingy around our urban coop adventure. ;)
So...how was your day?