It was the longest afternoon in history and I needed a nap. Ayden (2) and Benjamyn (14 months) were sleeping peacefully in their beds, and my day care baby, Marni (8 weeks), was sleeping in her carseat on the living room floor. I told Chloie (4) that I needed to close my eyes for a few minutes, and that she could watch TV on the couch while I laid down. Because I know that Chloie can’t keep her hands off of Baby Marni, I put her carseat in the playpen before I went to bed.
Just as I was falling asleep, I heard Chloie next to my bed. She was completely out of breath. Sleepily, I turned to look at her. She was super pale and looked ready to cry. “Momma, I have terrible news!” I waited for her to continue. “The baby girl is missing!”
“Honey, she’s not missing, ” I tried to console.
“Momma! The baby girl is missing!” She insisted. “And so is her carseat!”
I guess I am good at hiding babies.
Loving them because of Him,