We can't find the baby's binky. LORD HELP ME he's a screaming pile of turd at the moment because we cannot locate it. His brother's spare will not do. He's had enough of the breast for the night. Currently being consoled by grandma, while I dig through the trenches of the war zone, aka the playroom. I can hear the little voice from the older one's bed "He's too loud! I'm trying to sleep!" Too bad he's only 4 and I cannot shoo him out to help me dig.
Trains, track, trucks, cars, blankets (from today's fort) and no relief in sight.
Having successfully escaped from Grandma's clutches, one hopes he can be lulled by a little TV as a distraction... perhaps he'll drift back off to sleep and I can resume the search.
Time to pull out the big guns and get the large broom. Here's hoping!
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Time to pull out the big guns and get the large broom. Here's hoping!
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