This morning didn't exactly start out like any other. I woke up early and fought against myself to get back asleep. I had several promptings that I should get up. I even knew it involved Landri. But I am an idiot.
So, I finally got up about 6:45 and walked by her room, noticing she wasn't there. Hmmmm. Weird, I thought. She always gets in bed with us! So I came downstairs and noticed the door to the garage was wide open. So, I flew outside...in my skippies...yelling her name. Nothing. I booked it back in the house and upstairs to throw some clothes on and get Nate. The two of us headed in opposite directions. I screamed her name and was getting pretty frantic. By the end of the alley, her usual escape route, I was bordering hysterical. Taking a quick sec to offer a desperate prayer...I headed around the block. At this time of morning the town is perfectly quiet. And I was having no luck finding her! I headed back to the house and woke Kolbe and Kenna to help search. Grabbing the phone I jumped in Nate's car to search faster. I'm not so afraid of the people here as I am her innocence to the danger of a car...backing up, or being unseen. I can't even describe the sheer panic I was feeling.
I had dialed my mom...when the thought came to me that I should call 911. AGH! That thought immediately increased my anxiety! 911 is never good news, right? So I hung up, and dialed 911. The operator had to walk me thru my name multiple times...hearing my frantic screams that my baby was gone! After gettting my name, he asked where I was. When I told him Fairfield he asked me if my daughter had blonde hair! I thought I was going to throw up. That meant someone had called in something...like, she was probably run over or hurt...After a few 'mam, calm down' moments...he said he knew where my daughter was. He could have the deputy bring her to me. Nope! Where was she? I'll get her myself! So, he gave me the address and I headed right over. I expected to find Landri at least particially as upset as I was! She is a mama's girl...But as I came in the house I found her sitting at the kitchen table, smiling from ear to ear, just chilling with her new friend. Apparently, this woman had seen her walking down the middle of the street( 3 blocks north of our house) before 6:45 this morning and thought she must be cold in her little jammie gown....and obviously lost. So she took her in and called 911 herself. I was pretty much a wreck at this point, but at least I knew she was okay. Nate didn't. Nor did the other kids who were out looking. So we headed out in search of them. I found my sweet Kolbe standing in the middle of the street about 2 blocks from home just weeping. SUCH relief in his face when he saw her! Then I chased down Kenna on her bike. She said she had offered 'several prayers' that we'd find her safe. I had just pulled up to the house when Nate came home on his bike. Landri, still smiling, hopped into his arms. She only knew everyone was crying...and so she proceeded to lather her dad in kisses! Wowza. Not a perfect start to the day....but a perfect answer to our prayers!!!
When we got home from church, Louie was playing in the living room with Kenna and Avery while I cooked. It was a little crazy! Right after asking them to tone it down a bit, I heard a huge clank. I hurried in to see both Kenna and Avery frozen, staring toward the end table that Landri had just cleared. It had my scentsy pot on it, filled with melted candle wax. It is currently waiting for me to clean still....two hours later. My steam cleaner is on, but I'm avoiding it for now. On a high note, my main floor smells incredibly tangerine.
As I initially assessed the damage of the mess, I very impatiently kicked the girls out of the living room. I was pulling the end table out to get to the mess and Landri yelled from the landing, "hi mom!" And just like that, she dropped the toilet paper over the edge, holding on to the end! First of all, how did she even know to do that?
I am pretty sure I'm paying a small payment in reminder that just this week I was pretty overwhelmed by her cute, snuggliness and had posted something about 'loving everything about this phase and wishing to have a 2 year old forever.'
Well, I DO love her. And she should be thankful for that...or else today could be very different :)
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