Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (aka moi) along with my faithful and dashingly handsome sidekick, Dr. Watson, (aka my pup Ripley) were able to locate said binky, "Mr. Blue".
We began with logic as only one would presume.
At precisely 8:15 a.m. this morning, baby boy was brought into my bedroom along with "Mr. Blue". After baby boy was fed, "Mr. Blue" was summoned for his regular pacifying duties while baby boy and I drifted back to sleep.
Several times during our 1 hour nap "Mr. Blue" was replaced back into baby boy's mouth.
At 9:30 a.m. I was awakened by baby boy's cry for "Mr. Blue".
As logic would tell you I began searching the nearest perimeter around baby boy for "Mr. Blue".
I searched and searched.
Lifted pillows and blankets.
Frisked the entire bed, but "Mr. Blue" was nowhere to be found.
By deductive reasoning I shifted my attention elsewhere.
The depths of darkness that lie beneath my bed were begging for an inspection.
It was here that I was joined by my dear faithful Watson with his ever trusty sharp nose.
The shadows did their job like always, craftily covering anything that may have been looming there.
However, something drew my attention to the nightstand.
Was it my dear Dr. Watson?
or am I as clever as I think I am?
I believe we all know who the hero of this story is...
"What do you see?"
"Everything. That is my curse." -Sherlock Holmes
and now it's waaaaaaaaay after lunch and we're still in our pj's. cheers.