Now, Cooper loves his passie. We carry tons around everywhere we go, and he always has 5 to sleep with. Don't judge me for fueling his addiction. He sleeps in his bed for 12 hours straight, so whatever keeps him there. Well, about 45 minutes before I was to leave, I couldn't find passies. He had one, and there were 2 that he is just okay with, but not his favorites. I started to freak. I looked everywhere. I looked under the living room furniture and beds so many times, that Cooper started squatting down and peering for himself. When I asked him where his passies were, he just put his hands up and shrugged. Lovely. Daddy is screwed. I ended up leaving, just hoping for the best, and come to find out, he went to bed without a hitch. Apparently, he doesn't need 5 passies in his bed, or me for that matter.
The next day, I was doing laundry, and I found a passie in Cooper's laundry basket! I knew he is really into putting little things in and out of other things, but didn't realize he was doing it with something as precious as passies! A little while later, I threw something away and there was another one, right there with a handful of magnet letters. What else has he thrown in there?! Throughout the day, I found 2 in my dresser drawers, and 1 in Billy's toiletry bag. Nothing is safe anymore!
Here are a few pictures from my responsibility-free night!
Me and Lisa
I suppose that a sure sign of a good concert is getting beer spilled all over you.