A couple of weeks ago, I posted about Drew getting out the back door and falling down the deck stairs. I couldn't figure out how he had gotten out since we had a cover on the door knob. Well, just yesterday, out little escape artist was at it again!
I was getting everyone dressed on the first floor. I was helping one of the girls put on her pants, when suddenly I felt a cold draft on my back. I turned and saw that the front door was open! (the doorknob cover was still on.) I went and found Drew dancing on the front porch. He was wearing nothing but a diaper, my heeled boots and a Santa hat. He was holding a plastic teapot and dancing around. (sometimes I wonder what our neighbors really think of us...)
So this time he was safe, but it still scared me. With five kids running around, I can't always see all of the kids and I need to know that no one can get out of the house without me knowing. What if it had taken me a minute or two longer to realize that he got out? What if he headed toward the road? Too many scary possibilities.
Looks like we need to reinforce security at all exits here at The Rock.