"So Daddy, I hid your Vikings hat and rings (this includes his wedding ring) and you have to find them."
Josh's patience as a father amazes me at times. If this were me in the morning, rushing to get out the door, hungry and already a little late, I probably would have answered back, "I'm going to count to ten... 1, 2..."
Erik woke up a few times the night before so I was still dozing. Through my muddled sleep, I could hear, "Cold, Cold, warm, hot, getting hotter."
This morning, during our lazy Saturday wake-up, Camdyn, cuddling with us in bed, turns to me and says, "Mama, have you seen your sunglasses?"
Funny, because I was looking for my sunglasses all yesterday and blaming new baby haze for absentmindedly laying them down somewhere.
"No Cam, I haven't. Did you hide them?" I ask her.
"You have to find them."
Thankfully, she gave me a massively big hint on where to look. She led me downstairs to the piano room.
"They're downstairs in this area," she told me.
After a few seconds of hot and cold, I found my sunglasses hanging out behind the curtain. I'm very interested (and not a little frightened) about what is going to disappear next. As long as it's not, "Mama, have you seen Erik?" we're good.