Alexander gets lost

Last night we lost Alexander while shopping. We'd actually gone to look for a blanket for bicycle rides and he was really excited. We'd also allowed him to walk beside us not attached to us. Being 2 he abused this privilege and bolted. I don't know why we took so long to register that we couldn't see him or why nobody paid us any attention when we started screaming his name. Last night I'm sure I became the crazy gajin (foreigner) ranting. Imagine the scene: I'm dressed like a ... I don't know-someone who didn't go to fashion school... and my eyes are already red and swollen from crying (another tale for another time.) Bebe calmly perched on my hip, didn't even peep. Emiel had the sense to remember that Alexander had wanted to go downstairs and went to look for him. Alexander had taken himself down the escalators (I hated the stupid moving stairs before now I have even more yucky emotion towards them). A woman on the basement floor found him and was standing with him when Emiel got there. For a moment before they came back I felt my world crumbling... there were just so many what if situations... thank you God that I don't have to go there.

Thank you God for protecting my beautiful boy. By the way he turns 3 tomorrow!!!!!!

Happy birthday my darling boy, my Defender of All Mankind, Beloved. Mommy is so blessed to be your mommy!

Much love to you all

Philippa

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