Of course, I buy new binkies, and less than 24 hours later the old ones turn up – in places that I’m sure I looked, several times: behind the toybox and behind the crib. Oh, well. I suppose extra binkies are not necessarily a bad thing to have.
I also have my first embarrassing story to tell Carrie’s first date (when she’s, oh, 27 and we start letting her date of course). I brought a load of laundry into the living room to fold and dumped it out on the coffee table. Carrie loves to play the pull-everything-off-the-table game whenever I do this, but today she decided to taste each piece of clothing as she pulled it off the table. She made the silliest faces each time, and then finally decided one of my socks tasted the best and carried it in her mouth while she crawled around the room. I swear it’s like having another puppy in the house, although this one doesn’t have sharp pointy teeth. Well, not yet anyway.