Earlier this week I noticed the house was unusually quiet after the boys went into the back yard. So I asked Josh where Annie was and he said the last time he saw her she was in the hall by the kids rooms. So I go over there and look in all four rooms but couldn't find her anywhere. I was starting to freak out a bit that something had happened. So I called her name really loud, and you'll ever guess where this little peepy head popped out.
Of course I had given her a bath earlier in the afternoon and she REALLY didn't want to be in there. She was trying to climb out the whole time. Never in a million years did I think she would want to crawl in! And I'm honestly shocked she was even physically capable. I think she must have gone head first onto the bath pillow that I hadn't hung up from her bath earlier. I wonder how long she would have played in there before crying for us to get her out?