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    The Darndest Things: About Those Missing Baby Socks…

    January 21, 2010 by Brandy Vencel

    have always been slightly paranoid about my baby sock supply. I think this is deeply rooted in past experience. When E. was a baby, his socks went missing so many times I thought I was crazy. Then the owner of our apartment mentioned that 100-year-old homes {and their garage apartments as well} have a way of eating clothing. We began to discuss the Sock Monster and even pondered inviting him over for dinner.

    After that, all I wanted as a baby gift was socks. I actually, in a late-pregnancy frenzy, was known to fret over whether I had enough socks.

    Yes, I know this is ridiculous.

    Ahem.

    Thing have gone pretty well, until now. O.’s sock supply has been mysteriously dwindling. I have been so careful with them, and he had a fully supply when we started. Today, even though the laundry is done, we reached the bottom. His sock basket was mostly empty, save the odd collection waiting to be matched with their mates.

    As we were hustling to get out the door for swimming, I begged my seven-year-old for help. It had dawned on me that perhaps O. was throwing them overboard. So, I sent E. to their room to search under the crib for socks, even a half-pair that perhaps had a mate in the basket.

    He returned with one sock.

    But that was good enough! We matched it with something from the basket, and had socks and shoes ready to go for our outing.

    But I still found myself pondering where in the world all his socks were running away to.

    And then it dawned on me.

    I sent E. on Mission Number Two: go to my room and search under the crib in which O. takes his naps.

    The squeal from my room soon told me I’d been right. E. pulled the crib away from the wall and found:

    Let’s zoom in. Just for fun.

    We also found two missing toys, a blanket that went AWOL months ago, and a stuffed Dalmatian.

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    5 Comments

  • Reply Brandy Afterthoughts January 25, 2010 at 3:54 am

    Sounds like this is quite common to humanity! I think most of my other children were at this stage during the summer, so I didn’t notice…

    Emily: He also tears the clock off of my bedside table…I wonder that he ever sleeps, really.

    Kris: Napping with the shoes on…brilliant. 😉

  • Reply Kristie January 24, 2010 at 8:55 pm

    So cute– I particularly love E’s squeal of delight at such a find! This is partly why our daughter usually naps with her shoes on. They’re harder to take off than socks! =)

  • Reply Lift Up Your Hearts January 22, 2010 at 5:01 pm

    ROFL The same thing happened when Graham was a baby. I laughed so hard – it was so cute thinking of him in there, stuffing his socks down through the slats. It makes me giggle just thinking back on it!

  • Reply Ellen January 22, 2010 at 1:44 pm

    I’m with ya on the socks obsession. I hate matching socks to clothes, so I buy tons of white baby socks from Target. =)

  • Reply Kerry January 22, 2010 at 12:58 pm

    I’ve had a similar collection behind our baby’s crib. Glad to know I’m in good company! 🙂

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