So yesterday Anthony made the usual beeline for the back door when he heard the kids coming home from school. "I'm gonna go play with my friends!" Yeaaaah. In my mind I just wanted to lock him in and keep him busy. I knew that trouble was a-stirring. Very strange....mothers intuition I'm supposing. I made it perfectly clear that he could stay in the front with the kids playing with the basket ball, or in the back at the little park that is directly behind the house. But if he wanted to go anywhere else he had to come in and tell me.
I should have trusted my instincts and not let him go out...or gone with him. (Stupid Mom. But I've learned my lesson.)
Out he goes, very excited with his soccer ball to join in the fun.
20 minutes later, I am running up and down the streets of the neighborhood shouting his name with a bouncing baby on my hip. He's nowhere to be found. None of the other kids have seen him. His ball is sitting in one of the neighbors yards. He's not there. Door to door searching starts. Panicked call the Kevin. (Yeah...he was peeved. Not at me, but at him for not listening to me.) Now I have neighbors helping, going to peoples houses as well.
No one has seen him! Now the real panic set in. ON MY GAWD SOMEONE TOOK HIM. *Insert mental thrashing of oneself*
Neighbors and I gather back together and one of them comes running and yelling that they found him and he is on his way right now. He had been at a friends house on another street. What I'm guessing happened is that the kid asked him to come play and if the parents asked if it was ok, he probably just said yes. He has a tendency to just go along with people saying it's ok. I wanted to throttle the child, (and cry), but instead he spent his evening alone in his room after the daddy gave him a tear inducing yellling-at.
Now I know not to let him go out alone, even though it might be really really safe here on base, because he has no comprehension of the danger he puts himself into. Even now, he doesn't understand why he got his movies taken away. He just says that he is sorry, but he can't tell me what he is sorry about.
All I can say is....Oi! He is still just a baby....
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On another note....we finally got some furniture. Kevin hates the couch I got. Or rather he hates the fact that it's not new with a matching love-seat or chair, in another color. For $20 though, and being a sleeper-sofa, I'm not going to complain. Or let him either;) It's almost brand-new as well.
The colors are much more bold than the picture leads you to believe. I keep offering to make/buy a slipcover for it, but I just get one of those faces, you know. "Yeah, but then we have to take the slipcover off to use the bed inside." Ok then.
I also picked up an Ikea table last night for $30.
And now we just need some chairs. The table had chairs with it. But two of them were already broken and could not be repaired. I wasn't going to chance it with the two remaining. They were already wobbly. The top is just light wood, and white legs.
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When we moved we didn't have room for just a few things that were left at my mom's house. One of those things was my potted garden.
It made me sad, but I figured I could always start a new one. Plants are not that expensive.
So over the last week or so I've picked up a few that are going to start what will hopefully be a lovely little herb and flower garden.
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gasp! how completely scary! Are there many complexes on base that have a playground in the middle like that? My bro and his fam used to live in one with a play area in the middle. There was a daycare down the street, too if I remember correctly. It has been awhile since I went to that house. they just moved across base.
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