Busted

Before I go to bed every night I check on the kids. Just a little peek, to see if they need covered, or have chucked their pacifier out of their beds, or look as if they need a mommy kiss right on their little angel cheeks. If the evening has gone as evenings should, they have been asleep for a couple of hours and have reached that "a freight train running through my room couldn't wake me" stage of sleep.

Unfortunately, sometimes they don't.

Last night I snuck in to check on the Little Miss. Right as I walked up to her crib her little head popped up, her eyes bright and shiny. I immediately ducked behind the side of her crib before I was spotted. I stayed there, listening to her, surreptitiously peeking around the side of the crib to see if maybe she would pass out again. Of course, she didn't, instead pounding on her matress, wiggling around and fussing.

With a quick look I discovered that as per the norm, the pacifier I had put in her bed had gone. Doh! I couldn't tell if it had been tossed behind the crib with its bretheren in the Pacifier Graveyard, or if I had caught a break and she'd tossed it up front. I had only a short window in which she would put herself back to sleep. If I let her fuss too long, she would completely wake up and we'd be rocking for half an hour. But, she wouldn't put herself back to sleep without her paci.

So, like any rational adult, I dropped to the ground and started army crawling by the front of her crib to see if I could locate a pacifier. The idea was that I'd find one and slip it through the slats of the crib, so she'd just discover it & pacify herself to sleep.As I slowly made my way along the carpet, I started silently giggling to myself. AT myself. I mean, really.

I must have not kept the giggling so silent to myself, because after a few moments I looked up to see two little bright eyes staring, accompanied by the widest, most delighted smile known to man. So. Busted.

And there was rocking that night. But, I didn't mind much. She did catch me fair and square.