It's 3 a.m.
The house was quiet.
The blahblah's gone.
The diapers soaked.
First things first - new pajamas.
Now for that blahblah.
...not in/on/under/around the pillow.
...not in/on/under/around the sleeping bag.
...not under the twin beds.
...not under the dresser.
...not under the rug.
...not in the bathroom.
...not with Betsy.
In my adult mind, I know that the blahblah can't really disappear but where can it be.
I sat back and thought. I asked Walker if he went in Mary Frances' room before retiring to his sleeping bag on Stephen's floor*. He responded with an affirmative. I asked him to sit tight while I walked to said sister's room. Sure enough there it was ~ sitting right on the bed.
Five minutes later, I hear a pitter patter on the steps but this time with accompanying screams or tears. I couldn't resist snapping a photo before tucking him soundly in my bed.