So, a week or so ago, in the middle of the night, while Wes was on call and at work in the ER, I went in to check on my kids. I looked in on Solace and she was sweetly sleeping. I went into the boys room, and immediately noticed an empty bed, and no sign of
Ender. Before setting into full on panic, I glanced in the crib and saw that there was in fact a child in there, so Armour was
ok. Then I started to search for
Ender. I went into all three of his favorite bathrooms looking for him, searched under all three beds in the house, even double
checked the doors to be sure they were still locked, as he has been prone to leaving now that he can open the doors alone. All was secure, but still no
Ender. I went up and took a closer look in Solace's bed, making sure he was not stuck in the plethora of stuffed animals, dolls
and blankets on her bed. He was not. So, finally, I went to take a closer look at Armour, realizing at this point that I had not even really looked at him, just seen that his foot was hanging out between the slots of the crib (as is his norm), and when I actually looked in the crib, after my frantic 5 minutes that felt like an hour, and right before I was going to call Wes at work, this is what I saw:
I am sure
Ender was sleeping there the whole time, but in my panic, I had not even really looked. What a goof ball (both
Ender and me I mean)!! Isn't he lovely wrapped in his sister's princess blanket?!