So, last Sunday morning, Kamden disappeared and we could not find him anywhere. Our house is not very big, and after ten minutes of searching, we were starting to panic. All the doors were still locked, and no one had come or gone. We kept yelling his name, no response. Well, we finally found him under our bed with the suitcases pulled all around him. It was not ten minutes later, he kept asking me for the phone to call someone. I said to him, "you only know our phone number, who would you call?" Our phone number is not the only one he knows, yeah that's right, he knows 911. How embarrassing to have the dispatch call you back.
Well, this week has gone much smoother. Kamden has made lots of friends at school. He even had a play date with his friend named Camden. We are getting back into a routine and feeling more comfortable at church.