I was talking on the phone with Dave while he was on his most recent and last (at least for a while) trip to California last week. We had been talking for a while. The bigger kids had all been put to bed and Sara was up for a few more minutes keeping herself busy with all the toys her big sisters so generously had left out all over the floor for her. All of a sudden I had to interrupt Dave because there was an ominous silence in the house. Knowing I still had one child awake I knew that silence wasn't "good" news. So I started looking for my little 15 month old. What was she up too? I started in the girls room and then quickly covered the upstairs and in progress panic finished a down stairs sweep. She was nowhere to be found. Huh, I thought to myself. She can't reach the doors yet...she has to be here in the house. So I searched again. The whole time with Dave on the phone probably wondering why he ever chose me to be the Mother of his children. (How does someone lose a kid INSIDE?)
I still hadn't found her. I went back to the girls room a third time with the intent to check their beds in case on of them had brought Sara into bed with them and then they had all fallen asleep. I was close. This is where I found her. Under Emily's bed.
Now mind you I have tucked up the dust cover to get a good picture. The only thing that tipped me off was a tiny pajamaed toe sticking out. Thank goodness for that toe too. I have a feeling I would have been searching for a long time if it didn't just barely catch my eye. Sweet, isn't it? Sweet if you don't think of the neglect that allowed a poor 15 month old baby to be so tired she crawled under a bed (probably couldn't get out) and fell asleep.