Nap disaster
Nap today was pretty much a disaster. One or more of Owen's 2 year molars are coming in and he woke after a short nap in some pain. After a little tylenol and a frantic search for the dust covered teether, I kissed his little head and left the room hoping for a little more quiet time. No such luck. I heard him in there talking to himself and thought, no biggie, at least he's not crying. Some cosmic force must've been listening to my thoughts and laughed at me because next thing I know the most obnoxious fake crying was coming from his room. He'd go though a series of Waaaa aaa aaaaaah's and then follow with silence, no doubt listening for my footsteps on the stairs. After controlling my own laughter at the absurdity of it all, I went to retrieve him. He was still all tucked in to his blankets looking at the door. As I approached he said, "Mama, I lost my teether!" Then my eyes adjusted to the gloom and I realized one of his arms had come out of his shirt sleeve and was trapped inside his shirt. As if to punctuate my discovery, he said, "I lost my sleeve!" To this, there was nothing productive to say, other than to start laughing. It was delightful! He responded to my laughter with gales of his own and we sat there howling and rocking on our knees for a bit.