In a super stellar lazy (and giantly pregnant) mom moment I called down and asked Pierce to let Crash in so I wouldn't have to walk all the way downstairs and do it myself.
I hear my door chime and see Crash running up the stairs. I hear the door close and I am pretty much patting myself on the back about now, let's be honest.
I call down to the boys and tell them it's time to come up for a bath. I am in the bathroom finishing filling up the bath and I hear Pierce run up to his room. I meet him in there as he begins undressing. Noticing Colt has not come up from downstairs I ask Pierce:
Me: "Does Colt know it's time to come up for bath?"
Pierce with a super straight face and calm tone: "No. He is outside."
Me in a much less calm tone: "WHAT???"
I call to Dan and he runs downstairs and outside where sure enough baby Colt is playing on our little swingset.
Um wow. Parenting FAIL.
I should have thought about Colt's favorite thing to do (outside time) combined with the fact that Pierce wouldn't know to stop him when I asked for his help. Thank goodness Pierce told me when he did.
Mom's lesson learned.