Little Man Is Mad At Mama

Monday morning came around, and about 9:00 Little Man asked if we could call Grandma. Sure, I thought, so we gave her a ring. When Grandma answered, the first thing out of Little Man's mouth was, "I want to spend the night at your house!" Mama was surprised (Little Man, tell me these things first!) but Grandma was game, so after lunch and a nap we started packing for Grandma's. Well, when it was time to leave Little Man was feeling a little needy, and even though he knew his paci and lovey were packed away safely in his bag, he thought that he really needed them for the car ride over. So I give them to him and say, "Be careful to hold on to them, I don't want you to lose them because you'll want them for Grandma's house." Well, he held on to them until we got to Grandma's, but in his excitement at being there he threw them down and didn't pay attention as to where. So now it's about 8:30 and he's getting ready for bed. He and Grandma call to say goodnight like they always do. When I pick up the phone I immediately hear Little Man's voice, but he's not happy. There's no hello, no sweet words, instead it's this: "Where are paci and lovey, YOU LEFT THEM!" Oh, my, I was in shock for a few seconds, such an accusatory tone for a two year old to use with his mommy! He was mad at me! Well, I collected my thoughts and calmly told him they were indeed at Grandma's house, but I didn't know where, he would have to look for them. Then Grandma got on the phone, "Mama, I can't find them, either."

"Well h-e-double hockey sticks," I think. This is bad. Little Man WILL NOT sleep without his paci and lovey. We've tried and failed to wean him from them. Lovey is okay, but paci will have to go soon. Anyway, I tell Grandma that he had them when he got out of my car, so they had to be around somewhere. For good measure, though, I go out to my car with a flashlight and look around, but see nothing. I'm thinking I'm about to have to wake up Baby Girl, put her in the car (The Husband is out of town) and drive out to Grandma's house 30 minutes away just so Little Man can go to sleep. I'm mulling this over when I get another phone call. It's Little Man again, and this time he's happy. Again, no hellos or anything, but I hear an excited, "I found them!"

Oh big sigh of relief! Disaster averted! And thankfully Little Man's not mad at mama anymore!

"Where were they," I finally ask. "Oh, on the side table." Grandma says. Oh, the table by the front door, and the phone, and where Little Man usually puts his things when he walks in the door? That table? How did I know that's where they'd find them?