Since we've been home from our trip, I've been having a really hard time finding socks for Kate. It seems like almost every time I am getting her dressed, I can only find one of any given pair of socks she owns, and some pairs just seem to have disappeared completely. For a while, I kept waiting for them to turn up in the laundry, but we've been home for a while now, and while I am not exactly the Donna Reed of the Southwest, I have managed to do all the laundry from the trip now that it's been three weeks since we came home. It's been a mystery, but not a glamorous mystery, just a vaguely irritating one.
In what I thought was a completely unrelated phenomenon, when I've gone to get Kate up from her afternoon nap lately, I've found her sockless in her crib. I hadn't really thought about how many times this had happened, because who has time to think about that kind of stuff what with all the laundry piling up? And then last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, it suddenly came to me where all those socks were. Predictably, I went to sleep and forgot all about it, but this afternoon when I went in to get Kate up from her nap and found her barefoot, I remembered my theory and looked between her crib and the wall. Sure enough, there were all the socks. By which I mean about a dozen socks, some in complete pairs, some loners, but still rendering the pair of socks to which they belonged unwearable in their absence. No wonder I can't find a pair of socks to put on the kid! She's been squirreling them all away!
What cracks me up about this is that in order to get all those socks down there, Kate has to have been waiting until I leave the room, thinking she's drifting off to sleep, and then taking off her socks and standing up in her crib to drop them down the chute. I don't know what ever gave her the idea to do that, but she's been very quiet about the whole thing, and very efficient too. So this afternoon I pat myself on the back. Maybe I am no Donna Reed, but I bet I could give Nancy Drew a run for her money. Thus is solved the Mystery of the Missing Socks. Here is the cute little culprit with some of her stash.


Comments (6)
Once again, Kate has me ROTFL!!!!!!!
Posted by Jeannette | January 22, 2009 5:37 PM
Posted on January 22, 2009 17:37
I just read this to Sam and we both cracked up! I love it! Annabelle still has a stash of her favorite things. She got new underwear with the days of the week on them for Christmas and she sometimes hides her favorite days...she's 6!!! Don't worry, I know where her stash is...it needs to be washed afterall!
Posted by Renee | January 22, 2009 5:46 PM
Posted on January 22, 2009 17:46
I LOVE IT!!!!!
Posted by katharine Savage | January 22, 2009 7:35 PM
Posted on January 22, 2009 19:35
How cute!!!
Posted by Aunt Emily | January 23, 2009 6:52 AM
Posted on January 23, 2009 06:52
Well done Sherlock! I probably wouldn't have found them until she moved into a big girl bed and then wondered what all those socks were because I would have long since thrown out the odd ones. Your story is hillarious and I LOVE the innocence on Kate's face.
Posted by Gwyn | January 24, 2009 8:03 AM
Posted on January 24, 2009 08:03
She's is so sneaky! And adorable.
PS. I read the words this time!
Posted by Audrey | February 3, 2009 4:21 PM
Posted on February 3, 2009 16:21