Escape Artists.

I had just finished cleaning out the litter box, when DJ woke up unexpectedly. I got him out of his crib, forgetting about the bag of kitty litter on the floor. When he tried to play with it, I figured I should take it out. The dumpster is about 100 ft from my front door. No big deal. I told DJ I would be right back, and shut the door.

I cam back, and heard DJ laughing. I thought it was loud, but then thought nothing of it. The sliding glass door was open 'cause it is so nice outside. I take a few more steps, and there is my child.

OUTSIDE.

CRAWLING.

LAUGHING.

WITHOUT HIS PANTS.

I ran the last 2 feet, and turned the corner to see Cocojin lounging on the sidewalk, and my front door wide open.

I gathered up DJ, took him inside, and chased down the cat. I inspected my son to find a big scrape on his forehead, one on his cheek, and two skinned knees. No bleeding. Thank goodness.

Cocojin is a little escape artist. If you don't shut the door tight, he can open it back up. So that's what he did. And DJ, being the kid he is, decided chasing the kitty would be fun.

I was gone for maybe 1 minute. Not more than 2. I feel like a cruddy Momma.

No more taking the trash out while the baby is awake.