On Monday, my mom and I took the kids to the Oregon Zoo. We had a ball. We saw and did all the typical things: polar bears, elephants, naked mole rats (my favorite), hot dogs for lunch, lots of snacks, lots of handwashing, and anything else you can think of. The only thing out of the ordinary was Logan's 'little detour'. It went something like this. Grammy had gone off to use the restroom and Logan and I were pushing Mason and Mya around in the stroller (a meager attempt at helping Mason fall asleep). I bent down to check on Mason, stood back up and Logan was gone! I nonchalantly walked back where we came from calmly saying Logan's name. No response, I started shouting his name, pacing quickly, yelling his name, and running around like a mad woman. Yes, people were starting to stare by this point. My mommy panic mode had officially set in, and my thoughts went something like this: Adam Walsh disappeared with his mom! Why did we come to the zoo anyways? Why does Logan have to be so stinkin' friendly? Why didn't I make him wear an orange reflective vest? Why didn't I bring walkie talkies? How am I going to tell Ryan? When do the news vans arrive? Do they do amber alerts at the zoo? What kind of mom loses her kid at the zoo? Shortly thereafter, Logan walked out of the restroom holding grammy's hand. I was torn between the emotions of anger (yanking his hand toward me so firmly that his little arm 'bout pops out of it's socket...come on, you know that feeling), and sheer joy and relief (holding him close while sweet music played in my head). Fortunately I chose the latter. Apparently he had wandered in the restroom after my mom, crawled on the floor (yuck!) to peer under the stalls looking for his grammy. So, when mom saw him she helped him wash his hands, blah, blah, blah. It honestly was the longest 7 minutes of my life. I decided then and there that Mason and Mya are going to be stroller bound until they are 10--or old enough to carry a cell phone! Oh the drama of being a mama!
5 weeks ago