Growing up there was a mom in our neighborhood that would call her child home each evening by l yelling, "Kevie" at the top of her lungs from her front door. It echoed throughout the neighborhood loud enough that we could always hear her from inside our home.
While trying to locate my "little Houdini" yesterday I was reminded of that childhood memory. I found myself yelling for Jaxton and wondering what must the neighbors be thinking. It probably went something like this…. "That crazy lady done lost her kid again." But until you’ve had a Jaxton of your own, it’s hard to relate. Turn your back and he’s gone. It’s amazing what he can do when given 3 minutes unattended.
It all started when I mentioned that we would be having the cousins over to celebrate Christmas and that we’d roast marshmallows as part of the festivites. Jaxton heard marshmallows and without my knowledge, proceeded downstairs to retrieve the white puffs and prepare for the fun. Here’s how I found him a few minutes later (after yelling his name from the front door, mind you)!!
NO pants and marshmallows on a stick. And just incase he should run out of puffs, his stash………..
Kept nice a clean in his trike!
BTW, that’s the face he gives me EVERY time I pull out my camera these days.
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After a stressful day like today, I am really enjoying this funny story and all of the comments! It has been a nice end to my day! Can’t wait to see you all!
Sara i believe after our neighbor would yell “kevi!” at the top of her lungs she would find him twenty minutes later and spank him in the front yard… is this something the neighbors would witness in your front yard…because if so you may be the crazy neighbor lady after all!
This is awesome.. first of all love the no pants and marshmellows on a stick..teehee and the white sox.. too much.. second… that face.. oh my he is too cute
Well, Rachel when it’s 80 degrees out it’s easy to get confused as to what time of year it is!! Could you please drum me up some snow for my arrival to MI?
Oh yea, One more thing. Is roasting marshmallows a normal Christmas tradition in Georgia. You threw that in like it was normal. In Michigan that’s a summer activity! I think you’re getting confused with “Chestnuts roasting over an open fire…”
Jack reminds me of David Pangle at that age. I remember babysitting and always afraid of what he was going to get into next or where he would end up. Dave turned out normal…Right?!
how can you be aggravated with a face like that??? what an adventure, huh??
He’s lucky he’s the cutest cat in town. Love that kid.
I had the help of the neighborhood looking for Caleb once (down to the the park, 3 roads over, on the busy road, backyards,…) only to find out he was in the dark on the computer totalyy ignoring the desperate calls for him. Once found, he had no idea why everyone was fussing over him! Scary, but a happy ending for us both. I’ve asked for a whistle for Christmas to replace my yelling through the neighborhood. Now I’ll be dubbed “the Whistle Lady”! ha ha
Sara, you are scaring me. I’m thinking I don’t want children anymore…
Actually, I was thinking, as much as I have detested the idea in the past, Jaxton would be a perfect candidate for a tether. Even at the sacrifice of his freedom, you would have the security of knowing you could find him at any given moment. Then I thought, knowing Jaxton, you would eventually find the tether attatched to a yowling cat four blocks away in a tree. Meanwhile, Jaxton would be in the back, stockpiling his marshmellows and other treats…
Look on the bright side, at least Jaxton is so secure in your love for him, he feels he can do anything, and so does!
Your child is too bright! Eventhough it is a trial for you now, I think in the future, he will be an utter delight to you and Drew. Keep up the patience and good work!