So I woke up. I put a cartoon on for Bryce and let Triston and Jackson play a PBSKids game on the computer. Curious George, their favorite. I started to do my normal mom-routine - picking up from the night before, opening all the blinds, making beds, holding my skin up on my face in their mirror trying to conceal the bags under my eyes, ect. I made breakfast for the boys and called for them to come eat it at the table. At this point, 45 minutes had passed since the time we woke up, maybe 20 since I had checked on the kids. Triston and Jackson came running to the table when I called, but Bryce was not trailing them, like usual.
"Bryce"? I called. No answer. I went into the living room, no Bryce. I checked in my room, the bathrooms - no Bryce. I immediately checked all the doors, they were all locked. I ran down to the basement, no Bryce. I started calling for him more urgently, looking under beds and in closets. Triston and Jackson started to worry and joined me. I ran outside, even though there was absolutely no way he could have gotten out, and I ran to the pond. It was still. I ran back inside around the house screaming his name at this point. NO BRYCE.
This kid was no where to be found. He wasn't anywhere.Triston stopped me in my tracks and told me we needed to pray, so we did. In my panicked state, I grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1. I told the operator that my 2-year-old was missing, that I couldn't find him anywhere. She took my name and address as I walked back into the living room, my eyes darting in every corner.
I scanned across the room and stopped. I looked back to a recliner that sits caddy corner agaist a wall. There is thismuch space between the side of the chair and the wall. And I saw a tuft of hair sticking up over the left arm. I ripped the chair away from the wall and there he was. WITH A WHOLE TRAY OF ICE CUBES THAT HE SNAGGED OUT OF THE FREEZER, happily sucking and munching on them, away.
"I found him!" I shouted at the operator. I gave my apologies and appreciation and got off the phone. I kneeled down and asked Bryce, "Did you know we were looking for you?"
"MMM-Hmmm," he sang out. "Me eating ice cubes!" What could I do? I was so relieved, I just let him finish off the tray. And then I promptly said a prayer of thanks.
Now, if that didn't give you heartburn....try this salad. I liked it when I made it. I did, but I didn't think I loved it. However, I have thought about this salad every single day, since. That sounds like love to me, don't you think? It's really very good.
Pear Gongorzola Salad.
2 Hearts of Romaine, washed and chopped
Handful of fresh Spinach, washed and torn
4 ripe pears, skinned, cored, and chopped
almond slices or slivers
Gorgonzola Cheese (I think Bleu or Feta would work just fine)
Toast the almonds in butter over medium heat until browned. Set aside. Place romaine, spinach, and pears in large bowl, tossing until combined. Sprinkle toasted almonds and Gorgonzola over top and combine. Make this Balsamic Vinegarette from Emeril. It's simple and sassy. I decreased the oil to 1/2 cup and I didn't add the sugar. Just pour over salad and toss to coat.
And don't loose your kids in the house and call 9-1-1, like me.