The paci's resting place...
First, let me say...I'm ba-accck! And we have our lovable, huggable, cutie-patootie Macy. I cannot wait to go crazy with my camera and take pics of our sweet puppy!
Anyway. Back to the subject at hand.
The paci has been somewhat of a nemesis to me for almost 2 years now. It's an arch enemy of sorts. Awful.
Let me put it this way--Isabella? Would never ever ever go to sleep without it. Ever. I am not kidding...and, oh, how I wish I was kidding.
Fast forward it to Friday night--June 18th to be exact. After struggling and fighting with Isabella to get to sleep I decided that a nice evening on the porch at sunset would do her good. After all, we were in the Smoky Mountains--the view? Gorgeous. The mountain air? To die for.
So there we are. Rocking on a dark green wood rocking chair. {Talk about a total "mountain" moment, huh?!} and she starts going crazy. Nothing new until...
IT happened. She threw her paci. OFF the freaking mountain. I almost threw up. I almost cried.
Until she asked for her paci and I told her sorry...you threw it off the mountain, honey!
And she laughed, told me she threw her paci off the mountain and the squirrels had it.
Greatest freaking day of my life--and you know what? She is still off the paci 48 hours later. If you ask her where her paci is she will tell you, "Paci on the mountain. With squirrels! I threw it."
Seriously love it...best paci story ever!