Oh, the joy of boys...and going to therapy

Greg has been begging to jot down this experience before I forget it,
so here it goes. A few months back I was taking Jacob to therapy and
had all three boys with me, Jacob in his walker, Caleb in the stroller
and Brigham running free. Jaocb's therapy is in a building on Rt. 7
at Seven Corners (a very busy area of town). Anyway, while we were
leaving I was trying to help Jacob get out the office door. While my
back was turned Brigham had disappeared. I looked down the hall and
hollered his name, no Brigham. I nervously leave Jacob and Caleb in
the hallway and dart out to the parking lot in search of Brigham.
Again I holler, and NO BRIGHAM!! I am about to have a heart attack
when he peeks his head around the side of the building to tell me that
he is rock climbing on the side of the building. I deal with him,
high tail it back in the buliding, and there is Caleb, but NO
JACOB!!! You've got to be kidding me! I look down the other hallway
and realize there is an elevator, no not one, but TWO elevators!!
Jacob LOVES elevators! I press the up button and pray he will be on
one of the elevators. It is taking forever and no elevator comes.
But in walks a Fed EX delivery guy. I quickly explain that I'm
looking for my autistic 8 year old who is also in a walker. An
elevator comes and no Jacob. The delivery guy kindly said he would go
up that one and send Jacob down if he found him, while I anxiously
waited for the other elevator. What seemed like hours, was just a few
minutes when the other elevator arrived...there was Jacob smiling his
innocent smile and saying "I go on the elevator".
Needless to say, I was sweating bullets, but so grateful to have my
brood back together. To top it off, my sweet Brigham spotted the
vending machine behind us and declared. "Mom, I want a treat."
"Yea, right kid!!"
These days, Caleb naps at home during therapy (while Greg works from
home) and Brigham has been threatened with his life, if he even thinks
of leaving my sight.