Tales of a Paci

I had to run to Wal-Mart yesterday because we were down to one paci and that could mean a potential crisis. Crisis of the sleep kind. The kind where I don't get any.

*If you are thinking to yourself right now that at Owen's age we really should be taking the paci away, good for you. We aren't taking it away any time in the near future.*

For all I know Owen could sleep just fine without it, but I'm not ready to find out. So off to the store I go to buy, yet another, set of the beloved Avents. ($6 a pop!)

How does this keep happening?? Since Owen's birth we have purchased probably 18 pacifiers and I can recall only losing two.

It's not like I don't pay attention either. These puppies are a prized posession around this household and I usually make sure to give one paci out at a time and make sure I get that thing back. I keep a running inventory, if you will.

And yet, we are down to ONE PACI.

It's not like our house is cluttered and it could be anywhere. I keep a fairly clutter-free house and we keep Owen pretty localized to only a few rooms at a time and so there are only so many places these pacis could be. I have searched all over. In toy bins, under furniture... everywhere!

Months ago I was missing about a half a dozen of them and finally thought to check behind the crib and lo and behold, 6 pacis smiling up at me. Owen apparently likes to drop them back there. They've also been found stuck between the mattress and crib slats - a failed attempt at dropping I suppose.

No pacis there now though.

I have never caught my dog with a paci in his mouth, so we can rule that out.

There could possibly be a paci or two in the car, but not 14 or 15.

WHERE ARE THE PACIS!?!?!?!?!?!

The world may never know.

Or perhaps someday when Owen is 16 I will be cleaning or we'll be moving or something will happen and I will find a hidden treasure full of green or blue rubber.