As I put on my pajamas tonight I realized they were muddy from my early morning rescue.

As I do every morning, I checked my email on my phone before even getting out of bed. It's a well known fact around our house that once anyone sets foot out of their bedroom, Chelsea will pop out of bed like the little fire cracker she is, and there's no going back. To bed that is. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore and I snuck out of hiding. This time when I peeked in on her though, she was gone!

Her predictable pattern in the morning is: Calliou on TiVo, a glass of almond milk, and raspberry yogurt (without a spoon). You can imagine my surprise when I realized there was no trace of her in the house. As I peered around the corner, I immediately noticed the back door wide open. For that moment sheer panic ran through my mind. How much of a head start did she get on me? And do I have time to put a bra on?

The answers were not much, and no.

As I peered out the door, I saw 3 heads peeking out our backyard neighbors' window. Yep, they were all staring at Chelsea, who was standing in their backyard, barefoot, in her nightgown. Then of course their attention turned to me, the bra-less woman traipsing through the backyard in her pajamas trying to rescue her confused little child.

"Chelsea?! What are you doing?"

"I ask Bea play."

"No! Bea can't play, its too early in the morning. How did you get here?"

She looks around a little confused, "gate."

Thankful to have found her in one piece, I reached my arms out to my little princess & carefully picked her up over the fence & embraced her tightly. Muddy feet and all!