1. Baby radar. Babies instinctively know when you are trying to rest. They could be in the deepest, soundest, most peaceful slumber and as soon as one hair on your unwashed head brushes the pillow.
This especially applies to the day time nap. Don't you even dare try and sleep when they sleep. They know what you're trying to do. Oh trust me, they know.
If babies weren't cute they would be kind of creepy. I've thought this for some time, actually.
2. Baby socks. Baby socks are like umbrellas or sunglasses. You just can't seem to keep a hold of them. They have a life of their own and so disappear and reappear so frequently you never really know if you are missing any. This is one mystery I sort of like. They show up in the darndest of places. It's like Christmas or your birthday when you stumble across a missing mate.
Don't even try to put them in the wash in one of those mesh bags to keep them all together. That just makes them angry. True story.
Two of the latest migrants.
(How appropriate, one of them is Oscar the Grouch. Huh, I didn't even plan that.)
And last, but certainly not least. And the entire reason I wrote this entry: