Dad remembered that he hadn't checked on Anna like he had promised. He came back out after a minute and asked,
"Where's your boy?"
"Isn't he in his bed? He was sound asleep when I left his room."
"No, he's not there."
"In the top bunk? Anna's room?"
I figured he was just squished up in the corner under the covers. I go to check it out. No Jacob. I pull the covers off his bed. Nope. I look in the top bunk...not there either. I'm getting mildly concerned. If Jacob wakes up, he comes and finds us right away. And we were all sitting in the TV room the whole time so he hadn't come this way at all. All four of us are searching for him. I looked in his closet, under his bed, all over Anna's room. I'm starting to freak out a little bit on the inside. All I can think of is that the windows are open-someone broke the screen and took him. We've looked everywhere we can think of so Mom and Aaron start looking outside. Suddenly Dad says,
"Here he is!"
GOOD GRAVY!!! This is his and Anna's "secret hiding place"! He had to have been half asleep/sleep-walking. He's never done anything like this before, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised since I used to sleep walk. At 3, I took a midnight stroll, in the middle of winter with snow on the ground, barefoot in my nightgown. I got stuck between the storm door and front door and woke up screaming. It took them a bit to find me. After we found Jacob, Mom said "now you know how we felt!" Sure, except you could FOLLOW THE SOUND of my crying! Needless to say, we will be dead-bolting the door now-not to keep people out, but to keep Jacob IN! The adventures of parenthood!