He holds the key to my...tahoe.

Adam lost the key to the tahoe.  He broke his key around January.  He broke the part that attaches to the key chain.  I suggested that we switch cars right away, and I take it in one day while the girls are at school and get a copy made at a dealership.  "No.  It will be fine.  I won't lose it.  I'll keep it in my pocket." 

He got up this morning to workout (4:45) and I can hear him moving stuff around in the kitchen.  Then he comes back to our bedroom and I hear him shuffling stuff around in the closet.  I knew right away that he's lost his key.  I figured he found it because I hear him leave for the Y.  After he is home and showered, I hear him in the kitchen and it sounds like a ravenous raccoon is out there nosing through our kitchen cupboards and trash can.  The whole house is up now. 

Emilie usually shrugs off Adam's noise in the morning and rolls back over.  But I found out later that she threw her pacifiers out of her crib and wasn't happy about it, so she didn't go back to bed.  Aubrie handles being woke up earlier than usual pretty well.  She breaks out into song.  I can lay in bed all morning and listen to her sing.  What is fun is she is starting to make up silly words for songs.  She also likes to tell you something in a singing voice.  Tonight it was, "I was a lady bug and I went trick or treatinggggggg!" Very random. 

Adam came in the room to kiss me goodbye and asked if he could take my key to the tahoe.  After he left, I began to wonder where it was. This is the second time he's lost it.  First time wasn't bad.  I was able to find it in the front lawn in a matter of seconds.  He was out there looking for 5 minutes already.  He comes home from work, hands full of his computer bag, lunch, oatmeal bowl, and coffee cup.  "Oatmeal bowl?" you ask.  Yes.  Every morning he makes his oatmeal here at home and has time to eat it before he leaves, but insists on eating it in the car on the way to work.  So every day he comes home with a bowl that has dried up oatmeal in it and half the time the spoon is stuck to the side of the bowl and it requires some soaking before we load it into the dishwasher. 

So about the key, I know what you common-sensers are thinking out there.  Just take your key, Kellie, and go make a copy.  Not so fast.  Our keys registered our settings.  When I put my key in the ignition, it says driver 2.  It automatically puts the radio on whatever station I had it on last at whatever volume I had it on.  It will also adjust the seat to my settings (but it doesn't.)  So these aren't just regular keys.  Let's call them smart keys because I don't know what they're called.  Ideally, we would like to find his key.  And when we do, we can go straight to the dealership and make a copy that he can attach to his key ring. 

Let's talk about the Pros. 
He drove home last night with his key, so it has to be somewhere on our property. 

But let's talk Cons. 
It could be anywhere.  He came home late and went straight outside to play with the girls because I was grilling.  He and the girls went straight into their race game.  They start at the top of the yard and Aubrie will pick how the race goes.  It will be something like this.  "I say go, run to the slide, go touch mommy, jump over Petey's toy, do two jumping jacks, touch the swing, shoot a basket, and give mom a boom shocka (high five)."  So Adam will yell go and they all take off to do the race.  It could have fallen out of his pocket during these activities.

Another con.  Emilie is into throwing things away.  A couple of days ago I found her playing lipstick in the trash and later that day I found Aubrie's juice cup in the trash.  I now find myself walking past the kitchen trash and just lifting the lid and scanning what has been thrown away lately.  I have a feeling my sunglasses are next.  She hunts for them in my purse or diaper bag and will play with them until I bust her. 

This key is a mystery.  Just like how Adam is able to rip holes in the elbows of his work shirts, or get ink stains on the cuffs.  Just like him insisting on eating oatmeal in the car.  Just like him saying that he'll just keep the key in his pocket and not lose it!!  But BACK OFF ladies!  He's mine.  I love his quirkiness.  I love the way he thinks.  I love that he's leaning on those spreadsheets so hard while at work that ink is getting on his cuffs.  He may be throwing bows at the printer while at work just so he can get done on time and get home.  I love how he comes home from work and sprints through the front door to save me from my hungry growling children so that I can finish cooking dinner.  I wouldn't trade him for anything.  So if we have to be risky and just go with one key to the tahoe, that's fine. 

But if you see it, let me know.

Love to all!
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