ransom

there is mourning at the wisner house.

today, we lost the pink bear blankie.

i know. i can't believe it either. i won't even go into the scene of goo going to sleep tonight. let's just say there was much. crying. loud, pitiful crying.

big h, goo, and i played with some of our favorite friends today at the local mall. we had a wonderful time but probably stayed a little too long. we parted ways. goo fell asleep in her stroller. that has never happened. we went to the car. i put big h in his car seat. getting ready to put goo in hers. knowing she would drift right back to sleep. wait. oh no. seriously, where is the candid camera? this isn't funny. not on the ground. not in her stroller. nowhere in sight. i drive around the parking lot in disbelief. and do the only thing i can do as goo's mommy. get both kids back out of the car and head back into the mall. three o'clock and goo without a nap at this point. we retraced our steps. three times. finally, i broke out in tears. for my goo. i called buz and let him know of the catastrophe. i called the concierge two or twenty-six times. she contacted housekeeping and lost and found. nothing. finally after about an hour or so, i felt like i needed to get them home. but i felt like i was going to betray her if i didn't keep looking. when buz got off work, he headed straight to the mall and looked. for two hours.

i'd like to say that this story has a good ending. but it doesn't. lillian vernon no longer makes pink bear blankie, even though they have it right there on their website.

so this is a reward note: for those patrons who were at the mall today, those housekeeping employees, for those mall employees. please contact me with information re: the pink blankie. there is a 16-month-old girl who is really sad without it. we will pay lots of money. or well, you could just see her face when you give it to her. that will be plenty. i promise.