Sneeky Sunday

So Land-o decideds to get up EXTRA early on Sunday morning. Right around 6:30, I think. I am not totally sure because Zak and I were still sawing logs in our bedroom. So, the little turkey sneeks out of his room and decides to play outside on his playset that Daddy Zak had set up the day before. So later on that morning, Zak and I wake up wondering why Landon is being so quiet. I look in his room, not there. I look downstairs, no Landon there either. I look in the family room/kitchen and cannot see him. Panic starts to kick in! Then I see the back door is ajar. I look out the window and this is what I see:

Crazy kid in camo P.J's jumpin away!

A close-up view of the escape artist!

So, heart attack averted. I found my little lost boy. Needless to say, we had some major talks about NOT going outside without telling mom or dad first. We tried the scare tactic of strangers stealing him away--but he seems unfazed by the whole ordeal. I think we may be investing in one of those hotel locks that has a chain up high where crazy children cannot reach! The back door is the only deadbolt that Landon can open. The rest are to hard for him. At least he wasn't across the street eating pancakes at the neighbors house!!