A Post About a Paci and a Bra...

On Saturday Leo and I decided to head over to Hobby Lobby to get a few supplies for Isabella's birthday cupcake toppers.

As any parent knows, trying to get yourselves ready and getting the little ones ready, snacks packed, and sippy cups filled up is quite the task.

Leo was packing up the bag and the girls.

As he loaded Madelyn in her carseat he asked me if I had seen her paci anywhere.

Hm. It had been in the recliner with her when I was rocking her to sleep.

But according to Leo it wasn't over there.

Not under the chair.

Not around the chair.

Not stuffed in the chair.

He found a different one and life went on.

Fast forward to 2 am Sunday morning.

I had finished making the cupcake toppers and thank you tags for Isabella's party.

As I was getting ready to finally crawl into bed I felt something.

In my bra.

Reached down...

It's the missing paci!

I was then mortified for a couple of reasons....

I had been walking around with that in my bra all afternoon. Shopping and all.

And the second reason?

How did I not feel a paci stuffed in there?!