Where's The Baby?

I usually get home from work around 1030 or so each night. When I come in, bless his heart, my husband is usually asleep on the couch and the 3yo is playing her Plants v Zombies You Tube videos on the laptop next to him. Sometimes we are blessed with the miracle of sleep and Celia will actually be in bed. We don't hold our breaths because we like this living thing we have going on. The older two usually fall asleep on the couches and that's a battle I don't fight. Kirk is the one who has to deal with them at bedtime so it's his call I say. When I'm home in the evening, I try to get at least one of them into their own bed. Doesn't work too often.

So.

I get home from work tonight and count two kids asleep on the couch (oh, the husband too - it's a team effort, snoozing away to Chopped and Sweet Genius) and figure Celia is sleeping in her bed. I start cleaning then wonder if she's chilly so I go look in.

Can you find the baby? Honest to Pete, I could not find her for a few minutes. Granted, the lights were out for the first couple minutes but the panic? Oy. It came on hard and fast. I finally saw her in the dark and knew it was something that needed to be documented. I left her like that (horrible mama!) while I cleaned the kitchen disaster and she woke up on her own about 30 minutes later. Poor thing said she had booboos and pointed to her knees. Eep, perhaps I should have moved her earlier? (horrible mama!)

Now I need to attempt waking up the husband. Again. And probably again a dozen times. When he's out, nothing wakes him up. Lawcy mercy.......