Yesterday we took a stroller walk after school down to city hall to drop off Dave’s absentee ballot. The boys were chilly on the way back, and when I went in the stroller trunk (is that what it’s called? the understroller?) to get the blanket I’d brought, it wasn’t there. Sutswana, who was walking with us, assured me she hadn’t seen it, but I was pretty sure I’d brought it. And, indeed, when we got home it wasn’t there. We have roughly seven million baby blankets, but the loss of our Bunnytail Blanket was heartbreaking indeed. I knew that I’d have to go get another one as soon as possible, but wasn’t too psyched about the thought of driving to Yarmouth, and I was pretty sure we’d never find it in the awesome bright orange/hot pink combo we had (not to mention the fact that it’s not exactly a cheap blanket). This morning at school I checked the lost and found table, but of course it wasn’t there. And then, driving home (it was raining), I saw our blanket perched on a fence — obviously someone had seen it on the ground and placed it there like a flag to beckon us (hurray for the bright colors of our blanket, blinking like a lighthouse in the rain!). It’s a little pathetic how incredibly happy I was to have our lost blanket found, but this blanket really rocks.
I think Eli also left a sippy cup of milk in Goodwill yesterday, but I really don’t give one fig about that, it turns out, especially since I’ve kind of been wanting to get rid of our plastic ones anyway.