Something's Missing

Something is missing at our house and until it shows up, there may not be a lot of peace around here.

Earlier this week, I began to look for some photos that one of my sisters requested. No problem, I thought...little did I know! If you know me very well, you will know that I like photos. Lots of photos. If you know me at all, you also know that we've had a few moves in past years. I asked my husband to bring the somewhat large canisters from storage so I could go through them in search of the requested photos. Still sounds ok, right?

Then a couple of my children had their interest tweaked and started going through the canisters as well. At the bottom of one of the containers held our firstborn's babybook. Not only his babybook, but also the nice little scrapbook I put together with the cards we received along with the calendar of his first year of life--complete with all the stickers! Ok, so maybe you're sensing a little issue forming in the imagination of our youngest child? Our resident drama queen was a little put out that oldest child had what she considered TWO babybooks and made sure we all knew about it. At that point, she began the innocent search for her babybook. She searched through the first one...then the second one...then the last one...and by this time there were issues to say the least! "Where is MY babybook?! Am I even your child?", she said with all the enthusiasm of a soap opera diva. Because she didn't let off the hystrionics, I stopped whatever I was doing and went through the containers myself. Oops, *sheepish smile*, "I know you are ours, I just don't remember what I did with your book." I tried to calm her with. It didn't work. After that, I went through both of the cedar chests. Not there either. Uh-oh, now I'm getting into some deeper water with her. I offer to tell her almost every detail of her birth that I can remember (and haven't begged God to help me forget) but that didn't work either. Keep in mind that our son, whose book is also missing really could care less about the whole babybook thing, he found some pretty funky photos of his parents in the process and is by now bored with the whole thing.

Somewhere in a few moves and lots of photos, there is not just one babybook but two. Both of my younger children's books are missing. And honestly, I'm not sure where they are. But I do know that until I find them I'm going to be having to ask God to help me remember all those moments I had begged him previously to help me forget, just so I can 'prove' to her that she's really ours. And since I'm being honest, I will tell you that only their babybooks are missing. There's no point in looking for scrapbooks with their cards nicely arranged and cutsie calendars with stickers on. They just don't exist. *sheepish smile*.

There hasn't been much quiet in the house since the case of the missing babybooks has come up. And just when it seems to be settling down, she will make some crack about her being left out and unloved. I have no idea where she could possibly come up with her drama but it remains entertaining and because she doesn't allow us to forget, we'll keep looking for those books just to prove to her she is ours.

Not that she acts like either one of her parents, and that's not proof enough, mind you. :)