Mommy Brain and Binky Conversion

Yesterday the girls and I went to Target to pick up a few last-minute things for the trip, one of which was diapers. I grabbed a few packs and finished up my list. After we got home, I slung the diaper bag over my shoulder, took the bags in one hand and Jaina's car seat in the other and proceeded to herd Libby to the stairs. She made it up one flight, then took off down the breezeway. A FedEx man came up the stairs behind me with a package for us (Thanks, Raydene!) and offered to carry Jaina up for me so I could get Libby. Nice man. Anyway, on to the point of the story:

After I got Libby down for her nap and Jaina happy in the swing, I did some cleaning and packing. I emptied the trash in the bathroom, cleaned out the fridge, etc. Then I finished packing. By this time Jaina was asleep in my bed, so instead of trying to take a nap, I took a bubble bath instead. Heaven!

After Libby woke up I went into her room to grab a diaper. I glanced at the bag and saw the great big "5" on the side. Libby has been wearing a size 5 diaper for months now. Then a horrible feeling hit me. I had bought size 4's. I was sure of it. So I ran back to my room and threw the suitcase on the bed, unzipped it, and wouldn't you know it, I had bought the wrong size. Frantic, I grabbed the empty Target bag off my dresser, hoping the receipt was in that bag and not the one I had dumped the bathroom trash into. It was not. So I went to the kitchen, opened the trash bag, dug the Target bag out from under the fridge refuse, dumped out the bathroom trash (is there anything nastier than bathroom trash?) and found the receipt. Thank goodness! Target has become a Reciept Nazi lately, you never want to try to return something without one. It's not pretty.

Anyway, as I was digging through the trash looking for that errant slip of paper, I ran across a dish towel. Now, Libby was asleep while I was bagging this trash, so there is only one person who could have placed that dish towel in the bag. Me. I threw away a dish towel. What in the world?

This morning John was looking for his security card to get into his building. (FYI - he made it home safe, if a little later than expected) He keeps it on his dresser. The dresser which he cleaned off right before his trip so there were no places for said card to hide. I remembered seeing it up there earlier in the week. Maybe Libby snatched it and hid it somewhere? But she shouldn't have been able to reach it. He checked his wallet, he checked behind the dresser, he checked his pockets, no card. He asked me if I had thrown anything away yesterday from his dresser. I said, "Well, I cut open my luggage tags and threw away the plastic...but then I also threw away a dish towel, so it's possible your card made it in there as well..." So John opened the bag off trash, pushed aside the fridge refuse (do you see a pattern here?), pulled out some bathroom trash (ugh!) and there it was, tucked under an empty toilet paper roll - his security card. I ask you, just where exactly was my brain yesterday? I hope it found it's way back last night. I mean.

OK, so the binky conversion:

Months ago, Libby coined the term "Nonnie", referring to her binkies (pacifiers). Then, she began calling them "kiki's". A few days ago I said something about her "bink" and she said "mink". Now, her nonnie/kiki has become a "mink". Cute to watch her language skills develop, but sad to see her unique terms fade away.

Tomorrow we fly to NC. YAY!!!!!!