Yesterday started off on the right foot. I was doing a great job of getting errands done while not harming any children in the process. We went to the bank, the gym, the grocery store, etc. We even swung by daddy's store and got some nuggets to keep the hoodlums from eating items I hadn't bought yet in the store. Ok, they still ate items I hadn't bought yet, but I paid for them in the end. So what.
We finished up our shopping and came home for naps. I put Tizzy in her room, gave J a cup of milk before his nap, and got Merrick settled on the couch with a movie so I could get a shower and get ready to head to my mom's. That's about the time I heard a noise upstairs. I assumed Jericho's door had swung open as usual (the door frame is warped a bit and the door won't stay shut sometimes) and went up to close it. I not only found his door open, but I found items strewn all over the upstairs, and no baby in the crib.

My first thought was, "how in the world did he get out of his crib?!" My next thought was, "I never actually put him IN his crib. Oops." I had given him his milk, he had crawled up the stairs while I was getting the other two settled, and in a flourish of mother-of-the-year-worthy memory lapse, I'd forgotten he wasn't taking a nap. I was just a little horrified. I never forget anything, and I'd just forgotten there was a kid on the loose. Oh well, you win some you lose some. I guess at least I didn't leave him at the grocery store. ;)