Sam???

That is what I wondered around the house saying in the middle of the night. Sam came into our room at some point crying and wanting to get into bed with us. We sent him back to his own bed but apparently he didn't like that option. A little while latter (I have no idea how long) Anna woke up. I went in to check on her and noticed Sam was not in his bed. So I decided it would probably be good to find Sam before I picked Anna up. Sometimes he relocates to one of the couches in the living room. He wasn't there. So I went back to the kid's room to see if I just overlooked him. I didn't, he wasn't under his bed or on the rocking chair or in the closet. So I checked our room. I thought maybe he had snuck in after all, maybe on Chris' side. No he wasn't there or on our floor. So I checked the locks on the front door just in case he made a break for it. He can unlock both locks but they were still locked, so I headed to the kitchen. He wasn't there either so I decided to check the basement. He wasn't in the laundry room or in the play room or in Chris' office on the couch. So I went back upstairs and checked the tub, mainly because it was the only place I hadn't checked. Then I checked our room again (he still wasn't there) and then went to check the kids room again. Anna was still crying and as she caught my attention I thought maybe just maybe my crazy little boy had climbed into his sister's crib. Sure enough there he was sound asleep and cuddled up in a little ball. I guess I should have gotten Anna before I went looking for Sam it would have saved a lot of time and stumbling around in the dark. So I picked him up, put him in his bed and finally took care of poor Anna. I guess he was cold and just needed someone to cuddle with.