The princess and her room

This morning started like any other morning, babies desperate for breakfast and juice, the night having drained every ounce of nutrition from their tiny little bodies. Screaming, crying babies flailing on the floor until they are given their precious apple juice is the norm. After breakfast everyone heads upstairs to get dressed for the day. Today being picture day at daycare, we were careful to dress everyone extra nice. Sophia was extra adorable today, which meant she became extra cute.

After I got her dressed, I went to my room to dress myself. She followed me into the room and stood in front of the mirror and danced to the music I just turned on.

"I a princess, Mommy," she said while smiling at me.

"Yes, you are," I said and she took my hand.

"See my princess room, Mommy," she says while dragging me to her room.

"Look, my princess room. See princess pillow case. Pretty. Babies sleeping. Wanna try," she says while climbing into her bed and picking up one on of the many dolls in her bed.

"Here Mommy. 'Mon (Come on), sit on my pillow case. Nice. See Sleeping Beauty, Cinnerella (I love the way she says Cinderella), Beauty and Beast."

"Sophia, your princess room is so nice. I love your big girl bed, it's so comfortable," I said.
"OK. Babies go sleep now. 'Mon, Mom."

I'm pushed out of the room and she proceeds to put all her baby dolls to sleep. She shuts her bedroom door and comes into the bathroom to tell me everyone is sleeping.

Future tour guide? Realtor? Maybe. Whatever it is, she's definitely adorable.

Lost and not found - yet

I lost my keys this morning. I don't mean the kind of lost like they weren't were I left them and I found them someplace else, I mean lost like I had to get our spare house key and use the valet key to start my car this morning.

They are gone.

I discovered their disappearance in the midst of our mad rush out the door this morning. Ryan was in his car seat, Sophia had her jacket on and I was headed for the door when I discovered my keys weren't in my pocket. I checked my pocket book. Nothing. I emptied my purse three separate times. Still no keys.

So, the frantic search for the keys began. We checked in all the usual places: the door, the computer table, the kitchen counter and all the coat pockets. Then we started in some not-so usual places, like the under the couch, the bookcase, Sophia's toy box, even the trash can. For 45 minutes, my husband and I turned the house upside down looking for these keys. We found nothing.

As far as I'm concerned they got up and walked out the door themselves.

This is a disaster. I know it's not the end of the world, but it is so frustrating. The remote for my car is now gone, so I can't use the automatic door opener function on my car or set the alarm. All those silly grocery store cards are on my keys, and the worst is the key fob to get into daycare is gone and that's $10 to replace.

I have a sneaking suspicion that my dear Sophia may have thrown out the keys, but I have no real proof. She's never thrown anything like that out before, but there is a first time for everything and I think this might be it. I'm secretly hoping I'll get home tonight and they'll be sitting on the counter, but I doubt that will really happen.