Every Sunday, they have the drumcircle/firedancer thing going on underneath a bridge and along the water front. It so neat. It stinks like patchouli and maryjane and all the neo hippies are all dancing and going crazy and their dogs and everybody is nice. So we go down there three kids and a drifter deep and the kids were dancing for a little while, but too soon they grew bored of it and wanted to run and climb things and we let them for the most part. I am trying harder to be more easy going and so when terrible two lost all cool and I got tired of hearing my own voice yell at the three year old as she took off running, I suggested we drive the super short distance to go home and I would stay with the kids, put them to bed and Jason and John would have some free time and do things I don't really approve of (smoke) and come back home in a couple hours. Of course the guys thought that was a great idea. I ask Jason to help me inside with the three kids, and he does. I get on myspace and start messing around as soon as he leaves and am in my own little world chatting with BFF back home. We are on the phone about an hour and I notice Miho is not in the room. Hes been quiet from the getgo, so I know hes sleeping in his carseat. No Miho in the kitchen. Okay, he must be in our room, and Jason put him in there to not be disturbed by the grrls. No Miho. Okay, now i am getting frantic. john's room? No Miho. Outside our apartment, in laundry room? No Miho. I start racing around looking all over again. Where the hell is my baby? Niether one of them have a cell phone, I was beyond distraught. BFF is trying to calm me down and i am shaking all over and feeling sick. I tell him no no theres no way this was intentional, and the worse part is, is that I know what happened.I thought he carried in miho, he thought I did, its dark outside and Miho is in the back of the van asleep in his carseat and they are sitting up front unaware of the baby being in the car and now they are at the riverfront carrying on and Miho is all by hisself in the car, maybe waking up all alone cold and scared and in the dark- or worse, hes alone cold scared and screaming and somebody calls the police because some horrible person left a baby in the car and was all smoking dope and playing drums, and when caught they claim it was " all an accident. A misunderstanding." What a way to get CPS involved, we are super good to Miho man, and then in one instant we are reduced to fighting to get him back- what if somebody steals my car? I start wondering what to do. I know nobody, I don't even know the bus system which takes sooooo long. I say, "maybe I should call the police?" tell them what happened, they would see it for what it was and actualy be cool and save Miho? I am praying, I am cursing undermy breath, I am trying to maintain because the two girls are still up and they are worried more for me and confused. At one point Kayla said , " You want Jakey? Jakey is your best friend, mom? Maybe hes in here?" And she puts her sweet little hand on my belly. I also know He's sitting in the cold dark car by his baby self because they have been gone for an hour or so and if they would've known little mans was with them, they would have turned around and taken him home because I am one high strung bitch, and the distance is so short and him going would defeat the purpose of free time, it was terrifying. About another forty minutes later, on the phone with another BFF, I hear footsteps on the stairs and the door opens. Its Miho, and Jason and John. I just hugged him. I was still nervous and asked them if they knew when they got out of the cat that they had taken him. DH gives mne a puzzled look. I tell him about what I was imagining and he starts laughing, and is apologetic. He took him intentionaly. I guess as a favor to me because he says, " you never get a break." I was stunned. Hes a great dad to the toddlers and he plays with them like crazy, shows his son lots opf affection, but he never really takes cars of Miho because hes breastfed and prefers me over him and so Jason has never even been left with him except maybe three times when I have ran out for a few groceries, but I usualy take him everywhere.

Later that night when we were all sitting around I told him maybe its about time he takes more of a role in his sons life, seeing as if I thought him taking him somewhere had to be on accident, cus theres no way in hell it would be intentional. It started with a smirk, but we were all laughing and his friend says, 'thats messed up, but shes got a point."

Oh yeah, and when he did get home, the three year old crawled on top of her little table to see eye to eye with daddy, put her hands on her hips and sain, 'No a leave Miho. Miho stay at home wif mommy, no take a baby, thats mommys baby and her was sad and leave a baby in a carseat!"