Jailbreak/Scared Straight

I couldn't decide what to name this post so I put both of them down. I have officially been scared straight. Lately my posts seem to have developed a theme: what my kid does when I'm not paying attention. Here is another one. And the last one. From here on out I will ALWAYS know where my kid is and what he is doing. So yesterday we were watching TV in the bedroom and we heard a clanging sound from outside (which I am sure was just a truck or something). Kooy's makes the "surprised" face, looks at me, and asks "What that?" I answer with the same excitement and curiosity (only mine was pretend) "I don't know? Go look!" Thinking he'll just stand up on the bed and look out the window. Nope. He climbs down and walks out of the room. I assumed, and you know what happens when you assume..., he was going to look out the sliding door window in the kitchen for a better view. Then I continued watching TV. I didn't think much about it...maybe ten minutes went by...I realized he never came back and I couldn't hear him playing.
"Kooy!"
Nothing.
"Kooyman!"
Nothing.
"Kooy! Where are you?"
Nothing. Therefore forcing me to get up off my bed to go look for him. The little stinker loves to hide from us (behind the couch, under a blanket, under the table), so I start searching. He's really bad at playing Hide and Seek because he'll just giggle as soon as you enter the room and yell his name. I go into the living room.
"Kooy?"
Silence. Not in there. Maybe downstairs. I stand at the top of the stairs.
"Kooyman! Are you down there?"
"Kooyman! Answer me right now! This isn't funny!"
Silence. I go down stairs and yell some more. Silence. No giggling. This is where I start to worry a little. I ran upstairs, looked in the living room again and noticed something I didn't before.
The cushions on the couch were out of order, the blind on the window had been pulled up, and the window is wide open!
Dang It!!! He did it again!!
Last time I heard him playing in the dirt in the flower bed. I had been in the kitchen. He was out there maybe 1 minute before I figured it out.
So I ran outside...yelled some more. Silence. I run to the backyard, yell, silence. I am really panicky now as you can imagine. I run inside slip on my flipflops, grab my keys (who knows how far he's gone and I was going to waste time waddling up and down the street), but first I ran down to Rachel's because I know that would be the first place he'd go. When he wasn't there, that is when I got emotional. "I don't know where he is! He climbed out the window again! " She ran right outside to help me. I didn't know what I was doing. I was going to go get my car and drive up street the other way. All I said was "I'm going this way!" And took off running back towards home. Rachel headed the other way. The high school kids were coming home and all I could think about was some crazy kid grabbing him or some irresponsible teenager driving too fast would hit him.
I got back to the house. Yelled a few more times...then I hear Rachel yelling from down the street. I didn't know what she said but it sounded like I needed to find out. I headed back down and saw Rachel holding Kooy's hand walking my way. I was shaking and breathing fast but everything was okay. He was at the house next door to Rachel's. Another one of his friends lives there but he rarely goes over there to play so I didn't even consider it. The mom had tried to call but my cell phone was buried under some pillows in the living room. I never heard it ring. Kooy was wearing his jammie top and a diaper, a rather full diaper I might as well admit. And that was all. (If you are smart you can pick up on what time it is. Don't judge. I'm pregnant, sick, and fat)
When I picked him up he said..."I change my diaper and I come right back" Ummmmmm....No. Not after that stunt you just pulled.
After he was home and safe I really broke down. While he stood at the door crying to go play...I sat on the couch and cried over what might have happened. Matt called in that moment and helped me recover. He was on his way home and would be there soon. Kooy was crying so hard about not being able to go play, he cried himself to sleep...kind of. I gave him his binky, turned on Tom and Jerry, layed him down on my bed, and let him cry. He was asleep within five minutes.
When he woke up, Matt and him had a "talk." Kooy felt bad and he promised he would never climb out the window again. A two year old's promise? Yeah...I'll be keeping a closer eye on him. I've been scared straight.