Back Post # 4

This was originally posted on my family blog on 6/22/14, but I want to eventually print this out and pass it on to Dylan so I figured these posts would be great to include here as well.

Losing Dylan

Today I was upstairs putting laundry away and Brandon was downstairs emptying the dishwasher.  Dylan had wandered upstairs and then Boston, after a few minutes Dylan went downstairs or so I thought.  As I was folding one of Desi's shirts I had the feeling that Dylan was on his way outside.  I blew it off and continued folding.  About a minute or two later I yelled downstairs to Brandon to make sure he knew where Dylan was.  He told me he wasn't down there, so I checked in his room and Brielle and Boston's just to make sure, no Dylan.  I yell down again for Brandon to make visual contact with him, for my sanity sake, but I just knew he had headed outside.  I look out the window and see Brandon out there, that is when I knew I needed to get down and find him.  I head out and start running around and can not see him.  Brandon went back in to make sure he wasn't down down stairs or something.  I circled the houses and don't find him, run back in and Brandon said he is not in there.  I take off running, not knowing where to go and head search the front part of the house and Boston is running with me.  I snapped at Boston because he is asking me questions and I tell him I don't have time right now, I need to find Dylan.  I run to the houses in front of us and then run to the field behind them.  There is no Dylan there, but I look up in between some of the houses on the other side, to see a little boy toddling down the street.  I honestly don't remember what he had on because he had been parading around Rick and Lori's naked most of the day, but I think that could have been him and besides how many 2 1/2 year olds would be wandering alone.  I run to where I see the little boy and nothing is in site.  I really start to freak out and dart down the street.  There he is behind a car trying to figure out how to push buttons on their garage that it is parked by.  I yell his name and he turns and laughs, thinking he is funny.  I grab him and tell him we don't do that and it scared me.  As I get home Brandon is pulling out of the driveway, so I have to run to stop him so he knows I have found him.  NOT THE BEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE.  This all literally happened in no more than 5 minutes since my "feeling" and he was a block away.  Heaven help us, because I don't know what to do.  I think this helped Brandon realize that you CAN NOT take your eyes off of him at all, not even for a minute.  Someone has to know where he is at all times because it is scary, I hope we can figure something out to help the little guy.  I need my Dylan back!