I know it's been a while since I've posted. Owen has had a few funny stories, but most have to be told verbally. Writing them down would be a bad idea. Let me just say, he is very creative (building a wall of chairs, toy boxes, etc. to block me from coming up the stairs) when he wants to get into something he knows he shouldn't. He's also super quick, which is exactly what I would expect of him.
This story isn't funny, but it goes along with his personality so I figured I would share it anyway.
We went to the Tigers game for Star Wars day a week ago. I took Owen to the bathroom with Michelle and Max. Michelle comes out of the bathroom and says, "Where's Owen?" I turn around. Owen's gone. We leave the bathroom to try to find him. He's not outside. I go back in and check the stalls. He's not there. At the exact moment where I am really starting to lose it, Mike, Shanon, and Kate all come down coincidentally. I tell them I can't find Owen and we all begin searching.
It has been maybe five minutes since I've seen him last, but it felt like five days. I am going out of my mind with worry. We have split up and are searching everywhere. Just as Michelle is talking to security, a nice couple come down from their seats five sections away from ours and the woman is carrying Owen. Mike taps me on the shoulder and points to them. I run, crying, and take Owen out of the woman's arms. I am balling at this point, unable to catch my breath, only saying over and over again how thankful I am. I hear nothing else when Mike talks to them.
Luckily, Mike is with me and the couple tell him that Owen wandered up the stairs in their section and they figured out he was alone and were bringing him to Security. I wish I had enough clarity to tell them how much I appreciated their help. I didn't. I was balling my eyes out. We found Kate and Michelle before Security put out an alert. I was shaking, but was able to make it up the stairs to tell Peter what happened.
It was the scariest five minutes of my life. We lucked out and a nice couple found him. I know it could have been worse. Everyone who I tell this story to asks what Owen did, whether he said anything or was scared. Nope! He was quiet. I don't think he even realized he was lost. One of my coworkers said she's not a huge fan of parents who put leashes on their kids, but she thinks maybe it'd be a good idea if we did. I tend to agree.
P.S. So, I at least put a bit of funny in this post, I have a story about Vance. Vance started kindergarten two weeks ago. He met a friend, Grace, who he likes because she is pretty. He told Peter he wanted Grace to come to our house to play. Peter said to ask me. Then, Vance said she could stay the night ... she'd sleep in his bed. Peter mumbled something about girls and boys sleeping in separate rooms and then dropped it. Perhaps Owen isn't my only worry???
