AMBER ALERT

This post is to tie two and two together. Kyson turned 2 in July. I can't believe he is that old and full of it. LET THE TERRIBLE TWO'S BEGIN...
With that said, I will tell the tale of a terrible two year old from last Friday, Sept 10 and work my way backward.
My mom and dad headed to Wyoming for a trek thing, leaving me to find someone to take the kids while I went to a Cross Country meet at Murray City Park. Heck, I do so much by myself, I thought, no need for a sitter, just have them tag along. I have since learned my lesson. This park is massive and it just so happened that 3000 runners were competing along with all of the spectators. We were doing good with Ky. He was playing on the grass by my feet or rolling down the hill, but NEVER out of eye shot. I was waiting for my Varsity girl runners to cross the finish line. Ky was playing with 2 little girls. Gavin, who was standing next to me asked a question about a girl finishing. Not sure, who he was talking about, I turned to look, gave him an answer and turned back around to check on Ky. However, HE WAS GONE. I am standing in the middle of an empty soccer field and the boy is NO WHERE to be found! I run over to the little girls and ask which way he went. They point the direction and told me, "He went with some people. He told us by as he followed them." Panic has now set in and I'm frantic. We just had a rape case at the DI involving a 4 year old, so horrible, horrible thoughts were swarming through my mind. I took off running, searching, but nothing. I call my Asst. Coach and have her get everyone looking, find an officer and the AMBER ALERT begins. They were stopping cars and checking the river beds. I was running like a natural marathoner trying to find him. After 10 minutes, nothing. Then the Fear set in. I'm crying as I check around the park. I couldn't believe he was just gone. I kept telling myself he would be Okay, but the thought of "MOTHER OF THE YEAR" kept bouncing through my head and I felt incredibly lonely and helpless. Finally, I get a call from one of my runners who had found him 100 yards from the original spot, playing in the volleyball pit sand. When I finally got to him I just sat and held him and kissed him. An officer had to make sure I was his mother before they would let us leave. I was a mess. My lungs killed from running, (my legs, the next day.) I thought I was going to throw up and I had to compose myself. IT WAS SCARY ! I will gladly pay a sitter from here on out.
With that story said, Kyson is a little stinker! He is still a very happy boy, who's giggle is highly contagious. He has those rosy red cheeks and beautiful blue eyes. He uses his imagination continuously, and he is always into trouble. I know I deserve him, but man, he is EVERYWHERE!
I hate to admit it, but we didn't do much for his birthday. He's two, and I figure, he won't know the difference. We had cake and ice cream and he opened his presents. He got a lot of dinosaur stuff, a blanket and pillow, a t-shirt, and 2 figurines from his cake. The Yei's got him some cool trucks that he loves to play with. Grandma B gave him a great book! Grandma and Grandpa Bottema a Blue's Clue's pillowcase and sheet, which he thinks is awesome. Everyone else gave him money. I will buy something with it later, he just doesn't NEED anything right now.



We also celebrated Grandma B's birthday. Her arm looks bad, but she is actually doing great and the doctors were impressed with how well it heal.

I'm sure this won't be the end to my posting of Kyson and his wild adventures, I just hope that the next one won't be quite so dramatic, or involve the police.