Yesterday Brad and I were talking about how Levi seems to be a lot better with being on his belly than Ben was. It reminded us of something that happened when Ben was around Levi's age...maybe a little younger. Ben hated being on his belly and at this point did not like to roll over onto his back. So when he would somehow land on him belly we would let him cry for a little while but then sat him back up to relieve his troubles.
One day, Brad was home with Ben and I had gone for a quick trip to the store...on my way I realized that I had forgotten the cell phone but I didn't feel like turning back to get it being that I planned to only be gone 15 minutes or so. I ended up being a little bit longer than expected and when I returned back home there was a strange vehicle in the driveway and I could hear Ben wailing inside. My first thought was "why is Brad not picking him up?". I went around to our backdoor because our front door knob was broken so you could get out but not in. There was a stranger talking to Brad in our back porch and Ben was sitting on the living room floor crying...a little less forcefully by now. It turned out that while I was gone for my short trip out, Brad took the garbage out and the front door accidentally closed behind him...and being that it was broken he couldn't get back in and all the other doors were locked. And there was Ben sitting on the living room floor...peacefully at first, that is until he fell over onto his belly. Then the wailing began...and Brad could hear him from outside. Brad said that at least hearing him cry meant he was "okay", otherwise he would have broken a window to get in. So finally Brad ran across the street (to our "suspicious activity" neighbors) and called a locksmith. So when I got home, the locksmith had gotten the door open and Ben was still working through his trauma...and so was Brad. It was a scary morning...but now we can look back and kind of laugh at it.
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