Come on-

There is nothing that makes your heart race

quite like loosing your kid,

Even in your own HOME.

Beckham is the kinda kid who likes to poo in private.

When the urge strikes, he heads for his closet

and plays with his toys for a few minutes

until the deed is done.

This took place the other day so I figured

I had a few minutes to take the laundry and fold it, brush my teeth,

and perhaps put a bra on with a real shirt, not one of Aaron's old

T-shirts.

When I was done I walked back to Beck's room and he was nowhere to be

found. I searched all his favorite hiding spots, NOTHING!

I started to get a little worried but common sense kept telling me

he is here somewhere!

A few more minutes of full panic and me waddling my fat

preggo self all around the house and I hear something,

Something coming from the laundry room.

Weird, the door was shut. He couldn't possible be in there...

Than again, it is Beckham we're talking about.