Scooby Dooby Doo

A few weeks ago I placed a call to Amy.  We’d been at her house a few days before for her husband’s birthday party and since it went late, we’d put Gideon down to sleep in the pack-n-play while we discussed free grace theology and it’s counterpart for hours and hours.  The next day, as we were leaving for another outing, I couldn’t find one of Gideon’s cute blue shoes, but since I was in a hurry, I didn’t really look that hard. I just grabbed another pair and off we went.

We didn’t buy either pair of shoes.  To be more honest, we haven’t ever purchased shoes for him.  When he was wee, I didn’t bother with them.  He was lucky he had socks on.  I was much too tired to bother with trying to wiggle shoes that served no purpose onto his cute, sweaty feet.  The socks seemed to do enough fermenting for them to get adequately stinky and I didn’t see the point in ticking him off further by shoving them into incubators.  Then he got mobile and I had no choice.  Thankfully, an awesome family from our church has been handing down clothing, shoes and toys to him and we have been wearing Blake’s shoes with much gratitude. 

Loosing the shoe was annoying.  I had another pair for him to wear, but they have laces and I didn’t want to have to keep retying baby shoes.  It seemed like too much work.  After hunting for the shoe in the car, then the garage, under the recliners and in the laundry but not finding it, I relented and got out the lace ups. They are adorable little Nikes and he rocks them pretty hard.  Although I gave up looking for the other shoe, I kept the lone shoe in the coat closet, it’s own mini-Guantanamo, hoping that it would be lonely enough to break and tell me what happened to it’s twin.

This morning, after Jud left for work, I was about to go downstairs when I stopped dead in my tracks.  This was the view from the top of the stairs:

After the photographic documentation, I called Jud. 

Where did he find the shoe?

He didn’t find it.

That’s when I started to feel a little creeped out.  I had the same thought you did: TROLLS.

As it turns out, Jud did a little ironing this morning (must have been while I was still tucked into bed since the owner of the shoe decided to sleep in until 8:15 today) and when he picked up the ironing board to put it in the basement, he noticed the shoe, but decided to leave it right where it was. Somehow that shoe had been caught in the legs of the ironing board for over a month, but now was safely deposited back into our living room.  Almost makes me want to iron more often.  Who knows what else is hiding in that thing.