WARNING:

These boys may appear to be more innocent than they actually are. Please watch closely or catastrophes are likely to occur.

So here is the story I was at my parents house just visiting for the day, so I could get to know my future sister-in-law a little better. Blake & Tyler were in the back yard playing. Usually, I can check on them every ten minutes and there will never be a problem. Not the case this time.

I went out there to check on them 10min. later from the last time. I couldn't see them so I called out their names. Just then I see Tyler run out from the south side of the house toward the shed in the back. I figured Blake must be over on the south side as well, so I started walking over there. "Blake, are you okay? What are you doing?" I said still walking towards him not yet able to see him. "I am pwaying wiff fings over here."

Just then I see him dragging a large gas can down the walk. At first I was alarmed, but saw that the gas cap was still screwed on. Trying to be a good mom I took the gas can away and put it out of reach, while explained how we shouldn't play with gas, it can be dangerous, etc. The whole time I think Blake is following me.

I turn around to find him standing in my Grandma's beloved rose bushes holding two more smaller gas cans. "Look, mommy water!" From the height he was holding them they looked pretty empty. I also noticed that the caps were NOT on these cans. As I ran over there I got a strong whiff of gasoline. After further investigation I knew they had not only watered the rose bushes, but got a lot on themselves, especially Tyler (I wondered if Blake had anything to do with that).

I was so grateful that they hadn't tried to drink it or got any in their eyes or something like that. I took them inside gave them baths and threw their clothes in the washer. Since we were only there for the day, they only had the pair of clothes they were wearing. So I just let them run around the house in their diaper and underwear, until their clothes finished drying.

I went over to my Grandma's (she has a little apartment built off of my parents house) and explained that my boys managed to ruin her rose bushes. She was so sweet and told me not to worry. I still did. By that time Matt had come home from the store and I told him the distressing story. When I finished he said, "Well, where are they now?" I looked in the family room where they had been playing cars, only to see cars and no little boys. "They probably went down stairs to play." I said. Matt went down there only to find an empty basement. I knew they hadn't gone out back because I had been standing by the back door. I was hoping they were in the Living room, but fearing they had escaped out the front door. I walked into the living room only to find it empty. I was completely stressing about where they could be. Just then the doorbell rang.

It turns out that the boys had escaped out the front door and had run across the street half naked. Yep, a two year old and a one year old are walking down the street unattended! My parent's neighbor, a retired fireman, saw them and asked where they were going. Blake then replied that they were going for a walk. At this point he picked them up and brought them back to my parents.

Once again I was so grateful that they hadn't been hit by a car or that some strange person didn't try and kidnap them! I was on the edge of being a mess. I wanted to hug them and scream at them at the same time! Plus I was beating my self up for being a horrible mom and not watching them more closely TWICE. I'm hoping this will be the worst mischief they ever get in to, but I'm not holding my breath.