Disaster at the shopping center...

It was 10pm and I was desperately trying to get my kids to fall asleep.

I finally gave up on the tickling, singing and storytelling and just picked them up and put them in their own beds, Ashton to his Lightning McQueen bed and Aiden to his crib.

I turned off the lamp and blew out the candles (yes, I had candles lit, doesn't every mom?).

I climbed back into my bed when I heard Aiden cracking up. Like, HUGE laughing, so I had to see what was going on... Ashton was giving him his Pluto stuffed animal and Aiden was throwing it out of the crib, over an over again. Apparently, it was the funniest thing he had ever seen and they were both rolling with laughter... So, I took a very dark video on my phone, then we soon fell asleep. :)

Fast forward three days later,

THRIFT STORE SHOPPING!!

Andrews mom bought an adorable pair of baby shoes for Aiden.

Little brown suede loafers, perfect for the little man. I was excited because Aiden had just lost the only pair of shoes that fit him during our last trip to Disneyland. :( (by the way, I walked the whole park, twice, backtracking our steps, looking for that lost shoe. I am one dedicated mother). Anyway....

The next day,

My two boys and I were happily making our way through Target.

I was pushing the big red cart, browsing through the basic aisles, you know, the eyeliner display, the Thomas the Train shelf. Aiden was getting fussy, so I picked him up and threw him on my hip, making sure I didn't bump off one of those new adorable shoes. I pushed the cart, had a passionate conversation with Ashton about why I couldn't buy him the 59 dollar train set, then put Aiden in the back of the shopping basket. SHOES STILL ATTACHED.

It was about 3 minutes and 4 aisles later that I noticed his shoe was gone!

My mind went back to the crib shenanigans nights before. I just knew he must've thrown his shoe out of the cart!! I turned around and retraced all my steps, thinking, how far could it have gone?

I ended up spending almost two hours going around and around the store, like a crazy person. By now, the store employees knew me on a personal basis. I talked to every single one of them about the baby shoe. I could feel myself starting to lose my mind and I finally just had to leave. Give up. Surrender to the missing shoe.

I almost broke down into tears at my final approach to the customer service desk... and why not? Both of my babies were balling their eyes out... It was seriously awful.

It has now been 3 days and the shoe is still missing.

I call Target twice a day and before I even have time to explain anything about the shoe, they recognize my voice and tell me NO SHOE. :(

...yet.