About a week ago, the baby monitor suddenly disappeared. We couldn't find it in any of the usual spots. We asked Jake where he put it, but he shook his head "no", giggled, and walked away. The monitor is known to appear in spots all across the house, but this time was different. This time the baby monitor really was lost and we KNEW that Jake put it... somewhere. (Just another example of the fun-loving antics concocted by an 18 month old.)
Oh well, we thought. We really don't use the baby monitor all that much anymore. Paul and I both wake up to him either crying in the middle of the night or talking/crying when he's awake in the morning. (I must take a moment to mention that I am truly amazed that Paul wakes up so well to the sounds of Jake at 3am.) PLUS, the monitor has been battered so much that the darn video picture no longer works and the reception has gotten relatively bad. In other words, we were going to buy another one before the new little man arrives.
Did I happen to mention how much Jake LOVES the baby monitor? He is OBSESSED with cords (not a good thing, I know). And one of his favorite things to do in the morning is unplug his baby monitor, drape the cord around his neck, and carry the whole thing from room to room. (Okay, now I feel horribly guilty for being a bad mother and admitting that he does that.) This whole week, Jake has gotten upset every time he has seen the cord to the baby monitor, but can't find the monitor itself. I guess even he couldn't remember where he put it. But this all explains why the monitor has been through so much turmoil and why we weren't too surprised that the darn thing was missing.
As I finished pulling out the remaining dark clothes from the hamper this morning, low and behold, what did I see? The gleaming white of the baby monitor... sitting comfortably at the bottom of the clothes hamper, probably wishing it would stay there forever. God rest its soul, but I think this monitor is ready to retire.
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