tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635842948527974870.post3414448891601183373..comments2023-10-30T06:05:10.217-06:00Comments on Day-in-the-Life Fisher Style: My little wandererMorkthefiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279117890216924918noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2635842948527974870.post-70388249127735100852008-09-26T15:07:00.000-06:002008-09-26T15:07:00.000-06:00I'm glad I'm not the only one this happens to. On...I'm glad I'm not the only one this happens to. One day I lost track of Ty after changing my clothes and talking to Stevie for a minute. We went to find him and he was gone. Nowhere in the neighborhood and nowhere in the house. Nate came home after I had searched all his typical hiding spots and about went crazy with his panicky ways. Then his parents showed up. So Nate was searching the railway behind our house (which happened to have a train on it), the Smedleys were searching the house (again) and I was going door-to-door. I stopped at one neighbor and asked if they had seen him and they said no, then the Mom said, "Wait, I've been hearing this train noise and thought it was just a toy going crazy." Of course, it was Ty. He had come in their back door and up their stairs to play with the toy trains. MONSTER! Then last night I discovered he had been wandering around in the garage between 2:00 - 3:00 a.m. Luckily, he did not open the door to the outside. I swear, that kid is going to be the death of me.Amohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02357292128726496984noreply@blogger.com