Wherd-she-go?

Oh this girl! It was unbelievable the craziness she cooked up last Wednesday morning.
I was having a Primary presidency meeting at my house. There were three other mothers sitting, with me, around the kitchen table. Eden, Ava, and another cute 3 year old were running about playing. They went outside to play. We could all see them from the windows. After a while I went out to bring them a popsicle...

...and that's when I couldn't find Ava...

For the next 30 minutes, I along with the other 3 women at my house, searched and called for this two year old. I looked in every room, every corner, under every bed, in every closest, bathtub, shower. We ran around outside, knocked on neighbors' doors, some drove around the neighborhood. Nothing. I was panicked and terrified and confused how this could happen.

The police were called. I was in the process of calling my husband (but couldn't mental think how to do so) when one women went into my garage. It was dark. All the lights were out. She opened the car door. And there was Ava. Sitting in her sister's car seat, just a happy camper. She didn't even look scared, worried, or like she had been crying!

Neighbors were notified and profusely thanked. The five police cars that arrived were also thanked and luckily they were all understanding. I was so grateful that if this had to happen, I had those other women at my house. I was like a chicken with her head cut off, running around not knowing what to do.

She can't open the car door by herself. I think the four year old might have left the door opened. Talk about relief! (and embarrassment) So there she was the whole time, chillin' in the car in the garage in the dark.

When I finally had her in my arms and knew she was okay, Ava looked at me and in her two year old voice said,

"Momma crying?"

"You sweaty Mom. You need shower."