Last night we were eating dinner when Jeramy looked around and said, "where's our daughter?"
I stand up and scan the living/dining/kitchen areas. No baby.
I walk to the hallway. No baby.
I walk past the bathrooms and Jillian's bedroom. No baby.
I'm starting to panic. Did she figure out the dog door or something.
I go into our bedroom and hear a bit of rustling. I turn into the walk-in closet and there she is.
She's been crawling for maybe two weeks and is in full exploration mode. It seems that we must get into the habit of closing doors. Or paying better attention. But damn, I was hungry!