Where the Heck is My Baby?
My oldest is eleven now but I remember clearly thinking, “Where’s my baby? Where the heck is my baby? She was just here.”
I whirled my head, scanned the storefronts in the mall for my two year old, whirled some more, glanced down the aisles of the Hallmark store, glared at the suddenly ominous looking strangers passing by, and looked up the down escalator and down the up one.
“Where the heck is my baby?” I panicked – until I realized I’d been holding her in my arms, her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her perfectly calm face. She smiled up at me and said, “Hi Dad.”
OK. I found her. Take a deep breath. Everything is alright.
April 10, 2011 at 12:45 am
Hee hee, my dad does the same thing when his glasses are on his head or in his pocket.
April 10, 2011 at 1:15 am
STUPID!!! Post something we care about, something of interest!
April 10, 2011 at 2:20 am
So sweet! I loved it.
April 10, 2011 at 4:02 am
When our two oldest were 4 and 2 we visited NYC. We had been walking a lot that day. I looked around and didn't see the baby. "Where's PJ?" I said with real panic. My amused husband looked at me like I was nuts, as did our daughter and a friend who was with us. He was on my shoulders, right where he had been for the last 40 minutes or so. You would think I would have at least noticed the shoes….