pacifiers disappear at an alarming rate

*Scott was out of town last week and is catching up by taking Monday's post. Eleanor will be back on Friday! 

Our house is haunted. A poltergeist occupies the entire square footage (from the nursery to the garage), stealing every single one of our pacifiers and then hiding them in between seats, and under chairs, and in the pockets of coats I swear I never even used. Because there simply can be no other explanation for why - despite our ownership of a billion + Nuks - I can't find even one of those things when I need it. 

-Scott 

Note From Eleanor: While we're at it, lets also blame the poltergeist for why I can never find my keys or a matching pair of socks in this house.