While we were away…

A few nights ago, we went out to dinner with some friends.  They specifically asked to hear about our adoption journey.  So as we were sharing our experiences our little angel was up to no good.  The irony!  When we returned home our friend said it was hard work to keep up with him.  Also her pant legs were visibly wet.  She began to share…

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Tristan decided to step outside into the backyard.  Normally that is OK.  It is a fenced in yard, a nice open space to explore.  This has helped to keep him safe.  There is always a risk of elopement–at any moment he could run away.  Since we recently got a LOT of snow and of course drifts, our backyard had one temptation for him.  Along the back of the yard the snow drifted up to the top of the fence.  Tristan decided to walk right up the hill to the top of the fence. Somehow he never sank into the deep snow…he could walk ON the snow without caving in.  As soon as he reached the drift up to the top of the fence our friend went into action.  She went after him. She began lookijng for her coat and realized Tristan had put on her coat!  It became crystal clear he was going to go OVER the fence!  She quickly ran to him trying to stop him. Over the fence they both went!  Now he began to get cold and wanted her to pick him up. NO WAY!  He is a BIG boy.  He was not going to get up on his own.  Panic set in.  There is NO convincing him.  If he doesn’t want to do something he won’t. She saw some car lights and said, “Tristan your mom and dad are home!”  Tristan got right up and walked to the back door!   Another dose of laughter from our home!

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