Miracles do exist!

I believe in miracles! Small, big, important or not, I still believe that with a little bit of hope and prayer, miracles can and will come our way...like the time that I found my long, lost wedding ring in one of my shoes in the closet, or like the time(s) we found the lost keys to the four-wheelers on the dirt hills across the street, or the many times that my children have been deathly ill and have come out of it unscathed.

Meet my baby girl, Bridget. Just recently turned two years old and up until last night, has never gone a day, night, or rarely a minute without the bink in her mouth! And as if ONE bink was not embarassing enough in public (while she speaks full sentences with it hanging off to the side), she insists on having TWO and will cry and scream until we find "other bink"! She swaps them out when she's tired of the one in her mouth, and wakes up during the night if she can't find both!

I have been thinking recently about when exactly would be a "good" time to get rid of the sticky, fat, corroding life lines, and it has been soooo hard to imagine life without them. I admit, I am addicted! Maybe even more so than Bridget.

Well, last night was the magical moment, and not by my choice! I had promised Tucker a little prize after he received his weekly injection (that hurts like heck...). We got out of the bath, gave him his shot, got ready to go to the dollar store, and I must admit, I was devising a plan to get the baby girl to sleep on the way home...BRILLIANT!!

We pull into the parking lot, I unbelt Bridget and take her binks and cup of milk to leave in the car, we get into the store, pick the cheap gun that costs two dollars and lasts two minutes before it breaks, and head home! Well, in getting seatbelted into the car, the binks turn up missing...where are they? I know we left them in the car and I know they came with us to the store due to the nice, quiet ride on the way there...sooo where in creation have those nasty little buggers gone to? Well, they must be here somewhere, so we head home. Lucky for me, the baby falls to sleep without a fuss and gets into bed sound asleep...YES!!

I have searched that car from top to bottom and they are NOWHERE to be found! It is the craziest thing! Bridget has gone all day and even had a nap and has only asked once for bink. I simply told her they were lost, nothing better than the truth, right? Wish us luck tonight as we go to bed without our addiction close at hand to calm the tantrums that are sure to ensue!

A rare moment without bink in tow...