Black Hole

Thatcher has gotten into the habit of playing with everything he is not supposed to and running off with it.  My kitchen drawers are always open and a trail of rags, egg beaters, wash clothes, and rolling pins will lead you to the thief- Thatcher.  I usually just sigh pick it all up and shut the doors.  We play this game a couple times a day.  Thatcher will take anything he can get his hands on and run around the house until he drops it or thows it down the stairs.  His favorite thing seemed to be the night light in his room.  (There was a puddle of water on his floor so I am pretty sure he has tried to hi-jack his humidifier but failed.) While that night light went missing 3 weeks ago.  We looked and looked and found nothing.  It wasn't until my "Rachel Ray" recommended teasing hairbrush went missing that I panicked.  It is not a REALLY expensive but expensive enough that I want to make an effort to find it and my flat, thin hair really needs that brush to put the bounce back into it.  Mike and I lifted all the couches, moved the entertainment center, opened all the closets, searched under the beds and behind doors.  Nothing!  We asked Thatcher and he just said "blab, dad, mama, blah" -yeah thanks kid that helps.  We did find this old picture of Frankie behind the TV ( along with a pair of my sandals and a bunch of building blocks).  It made me kind of sad.  I may have a baby but Frankie is still very much my buddy.

We went to bed scratching our heads wondering how these things can magically disappear with no hope of ever seeing them again.  On Monday morning, finding this brush is still present on my mind, there is only so much teasing and hairspray a girl can do and this brush was AMAZING!  (Thank you Rachel Ray)  Feeling defeated with my hair I went to put on some of my four inch heels for the day- hoping my height will distract from my flattened hair- and what do you think I found in that shoe?  The night light!  I wish it was my brush but at least one mystery has been solved.  I only have like 99 other shoes to look through in hopes of finding the brush.  Thatcher was happy to see it as well - puts his face right up to mine and says "blod, bolod" takes it and runs off.  Like " Mom I told you it was there".   Thanks for the information kid, now where is my brush?