Yesterday, when I was trying to get both boys down for and afternoon nap, I was searching frantically for Gavin's Binky. Mike was playing Golf with his friend for his birthday, so I was holding down the fort. I have 2 binkies in the house, one for Luke and one for Gavin. I searched everywhere, under beds, couch cushions, in the toy box, even my car. Nothing. I got Luke down for his nap and continued to search with no luck. Fortunately for me, the binky that was left behind from Skylar when Mike's sister and family came to visit was still sitting on my dresser. It wasn't the same brand as Gavin's, but it was that or nothing. So I got Gavin to take the binky. He wasn't happy about it, but he wanted something to suck and something was better than nothing.
Fast forward 2 hours later when Gavin gets up from his nap. I get him up to change his diaper, unsnap the crouch buttons, and low and behold, there is gavin's binky—stuffed ALL the way down his onesie. No wonder he was upset, I would be too is I had a binky stuffed down my pants. How it got it down there, I'll never know.
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- Ali
- Formerly a high-heeled wearing, cell phone slinging, Associate Art Director at a national magazine. Now a snot wiper and poop checker to two boys full-time and Graphic Designer part-time.
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1 comment:
That is so funny! I also had a crazy binky moment, calling Wes frantically on set of a commercial shoot. He has to explain in front of everyone that he didn't know where Finn's binky was. Hee-hee. I found it way under my bedside table 3 hours (and a non-napping Finn) later. :)
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