During our move a few weeks ago, we had our first big one. During all the commotion and hubbub, every exterior door to the house was left standing wide open. I needed to change the baby. DH and my Grandpa had left with a truckload of stuff, so it was just me and my dad. Well, a few minutes goes by and I say "Where are the boys?" We search the house, and the backyard. Not there. My dad runs to the street, and finds my 26 month old and my 3yo walking down the sidewalk, holding hands.



They made it just past the neighbor's house.
I just about died. (And boy am I glad to have a totally fenced backyard now.)



They made it just past the neighbor's house.
I just about died. (And boy am I glad to have a totally fenced backyard now.)






I had opened his door to let him climb into his seat, gone around to the other side to put DD in, and then just gotten in my seat without buckling DS in!!







: (I can laugh about it now) It was the start of a great relationship between them, anyway!



