Holy Mama asked me to write about the time when Scott was a toddler. There are several stories I could tell, so this may turn into a series.
When Scott was a toddler and Jeana a baby, we lived in a two-story house that was more than 100 years old. The bedrooms were all upstairs. I put the kids down for naps every afternoon after lunch, and usually lay down for a little while myself. Because of Scott's propensity to run off, I locked all the doors and put on the security chains before I lay down.
One afternoon someone knocked on the door about half an hour after I had put the kids down for their naps. When I opened the door, there stood my sister-in-law with Scott by the hand.
She and my brother-in-law were driving down a busy street just a block from our house. They found Scott in the middle of the street, with a rolled-up newspaper, "directing traffic" by swatting at the cars as they passed.
They threw on the brakes, grabbed him up and brought him home to me.
The curious fact is that the doors were still locked and the security chains still latched.
How did he get out of the house? I never found out.
But this is why, when we went out in public, he wore a special harness, with a leash. It was the only way I could keep up with him. I'm not saying it is ideal, nor is it for everyone. But for Scott, it was the only safe option.
I swear the child could climb a straight wall. Maybe he could even walk through them.