We were going about our usual day, playing, eating, watching a little TV. Bennett was by the door, playing with the dog dishes, as per usual.
I had to pee, so I ran to the bathroom real quick and shut the door behind me cause Bennett likes to come in behind me and try to stick his hands in the toilet.
I came out, made a bottle for Bennett. I soon realized that he wasn't messing with the dog dishes anymore. I wandered to his room.. nope... he wasn't in there.
I went to check our room, no... Bennett isn't in here either. Oh I know, he's on the other side of the couch, playing under the computer... like he always is. So I walk over there, sure to find him there. No, he's not there.
Wait... WHERE IS MY BABY!???!!!
The panic seriously set in. I have a small apartment (2 bed 2 bath to be exact), there is only so many places he could be! I ran around from room to room frantically calling out his name, checking in every closet. He was NO where to be found.
I walked back out to the living room, look over at the door, thought... "there is NO way he could have gotten out of the apartment"... but... I open the front door, turn right to run down the hallway, nope not there. I'm seriously FREAKING OUT at this point.
I decided to go all the way to the other side of the building... and there he was. Sitting by a plant, happy as a clam.... in front of someone else's apartment. I swooped him up and cried.
How could I have let something like this happen?!??! I'm thanking the Lord that we live inside a secure building because who knows what would have happened if our front door opened up to the outside.
My baby was safe, but OH MY GOSH. I have never felt so scared.
And the silly thing, is that I ALWAYS keep the door locked. And the one time I forgot, Bennett realizes how to open the door and get OUT! Are you kidding me???
Needless to say, I have learned my lesson.