True Story

So yesterday I got Zach out of his crib and he had his pacifier in his mouth.  I walked into the other room, which apparently made him very upset, and Zach started screaming which clearly makes his pacifier fall out.  Once I got things under control (he hates me at times, but that turd always loves his swing) I go in search of the fallen pacifier.  Now our house is small and I look for a good 15 minutes and can't find it anywhere.  I'm starting to worry the dog ate it when I find it.......down my shirt.  How that happened and how in the world I didn't notice is beyond me.  The moral of the story is when in doubt check in your clothes.

Look at this face....it's hard to believe I can scream so loud