911

I'm beginning to lose track of the number of times I've had to dial 911 in Cody's short 5 years of life. Today was yet another of those wonderful opportunities. I hope child services isn't keeping track!

As you all know, we're crazy busy packing, yard saling & trying to get a zillion things done before our move to Canada in just over 2 weeks. Caedon was napping and Cody and Kiley were playing in the backyard. We have a huge backyard, safely fenced all the way around & I check on them frequently when they're playing back there. I was inside grabbing some popsicles for them when I heard Cody start yelling, "HELP ME! HELP ME!" I ran outside and could hear him but couldn't see him anywhere. I finally saw him on the other side of the fence- in the neighbors' yard behind our house. The fence is 7 feet high and I have no idea how he climbed that thing! He was scared and kept asking me to "open the door," so he could come back to our side of the fence. :) We had just sold our ladder at our yard sale and the fence was too high for me to climb. I thought about driving around to the other side of the neighborhood, but I had no idea what their house looked like- just their back yard. So I started to panick and decided to call 911, that all too familiar number. The police arrived in record time and brought our little guy home, safe & sound. I had to snap a picture of him getting out of the cop car with the big tough policemen. Hopefully this will be our last encounter, but I somewhat doubt it. On a sidenote, I am SO thankful that this set of neighbors didn't own any mean dogs. I'm sure I would've found the way over the fence myself if they had.