Monday, October 20, 2008

Did I say "drama"? I meant DRAMA!!!!

To make an incredibly long story (some might say "saga") short, let me tell you what happened on yesterday's lovely fall morning.

Three police cars pulled up at my parents' house in search of...

Yeah.

Dressed in her blue Snow White pajamas and wearing black leather driving gloves, the babe was lost.

If you have kids, you know the drill...turn your head for TWO SECONDS and the child is out of sight.

So there we were.

Lilly was riding her bike up and down Grammy & Papa's street.

And in the likely case that you've never seen Lilly ride the bike, she has one speed: bat out of hell. Her posture is like the Wicked Witch of the West--hunched over, pumping the pedals, and cackling.

And typically, while impersonating Evel Knevel, she is practicing riding with one (or no hands).

So pedaling at light speed, she flew right past the house and turned the corner, heading for the alley to bring her bike around to Grammy's driveway.

Apparently, that's when all of the driveways and alleyways started to look the same. Lilly rode only a few streets before the most amazing Samaritans of our time, Jeff & Michelle, found my sweet thing crying.

They asked her name and where she was from. When she responded, "Colorado," they briefly thought she was a 4 year-old hobo. But then she calmly explained she was visiting her Grammy who lived in "Texas."

That really cleared things up.

Scooping up a teary Snow White in driving gloves, they walked her back in the direction of Grammy and Papa's house, where a team of squad cars was already canvassing the area.

"All the alleys look the same here!" was her detailed explanation of the Ten Minutes of Terror.

And in typical Lilly style, she is already begging to go on a bike ride by herself.

Um, not happening.

So we praised Jesus for bringing our baby back home, carried on with the morning, and went to church.

And then out for Mexican food. I have yet to find a life obstacle so large that it cannot be fixed by a plate of enchiladas and a heaping scoop of guacamole. (I hear it is good to eat when you are stressed.)

And in my heart I whispered all day, "Thank you, Jesus, for taking care of my baby."

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7 comments:

Jessica said...

so, it took a minute for the picture to load... even though i was biting my nails in suspense of what took place, i already knew who it was about. the picture is hilarious. another one you saved for "later," right? wow, how traumatic--for all of you! glad she was returned safely!!!

Lisa @ Take90West said...

I cannot imagine. Thank God for those kind people. And for the Mexican food.
So glad your baby is right where she should be!

Holly said...

OMG - that is way too scary.

Queen B said...

Bless your heart. That is major drama.

Bless your heart.

Tricia said...

Oh, Lilly. Your mom (and her faithful readers) cannot handle things like this.

There is not enough guacamole in the free world for such stories.

So glad your sweet pea is safe.

Jules from "The Roost" said...

OH MY! That was scary! Very nice ending though :)

Suzy said...

Oh, man. Wow. That is scary. I love your description of her riding her bike! You are a gifted writer (I think I keep telling you this...but it's so true!!!)