On Wednesday Brock left for work at 4:50am. Braxton (who normally doesn't wake up until 5:30) heard the door shut and awoke ready (and screaming) for a bottle of milk. I ran into the kitchen to make a bottle. As I make the bottle the phone rings. I'm thinking, "who would call me at 4:52am?". I run into the bedroom to grab the phone. It's Brock. He says, "I'm in the driveway warming up the van and I forgot my wallet. Can you grab it for me? (he only had one set of keys and would need to shut off the van to unlock the door to the house). I quickly scan the bedroom where the wallet should be and I don't see it. I proceed to sprint around the house...bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen, entry way...and can't find the wallet (as the baby is still fussing for a bottle). I call Brock back and tell him I can't find the wallet. Now, Brock is freaking out (Did he leave it on the bus last night? Did he drop it outside of the jail where he works?) and says he needs to leave or he'll miss his bus (because he drives to the park n' ride and catches the bus downtown). I get the baby and start feeding him the bottle. Brock calls about 10 minutes later and asks if I can: 1) look for the wallet one more time before I leave for work and 2) get the phone number for his credit card so he can call to have it cancelled. I promise to do so. The baby finishes eating. I start turning over everything in the bedroom looking for the wallet. Everything. Must. Be. Checked. And, do you know where I found the wallet? Our dear baby boy hid it at the very bottom of his toy box. Hmm....do we have a little magician on our hands? I quickly called Brock and gave him the good news. We were SO THANKFUL that we found it. So much excitement and all of it before 6am!
