Hunting for the Zwibeck!

My little bundle of joy has this annoying habit of waking up somewhere in the neighborhood of 2 to 3 am each night in search of his pacifier. Each night, like clockwork, I hear him fuss, go and stick in the plug and am back to bed quickly. Each night I tell myself I'm going to let him cry it out. I don't. Maybe tonight. Yup, definitely tonight. Well, probably tonight. Oh, how I long for the day when he figures out how to pick that sucker up and plop it in his mouth! Well, last night was no different. I heard Jr. starting to stir so out of my dream I crashed, in time to locate the pacifier and plug him up. What irritated me was my dream he woke me out of. BG (Before Gideon) Sarah had all sorts of wonderful dreams! There was the one where I was in the shoe store and they announced everything was $1, the one where I was on a sandy beach with Mr. O'Reilly, the one where I was saving the world. You know the drill. Wonderful dreams. Fantastic dreams. Dreams that make you want to go to bed. Well, last night I was shopping alright. Shopping for teething biscuits! Zwibeck to be specific. It is apparently the bigfoot of baby food. My mother suggested them the other day, and swears they exist, although I have seen no physical proof personally. They are listed on the boxes of other baby food items, but never on the shelves. They are touted by girlfriends with babies, but never can I locate them. I've searched far and wide, from Target to Marsh, for these puppies and yet they elude me. So last night I was hunting in my dreams. Hunting for baby food. My mom was there, Gideon was there, we went from store to store coming up empty handed. When the real Gideon woke me up promptly at 3:03 am, I was mad! Gone are the good dreams about shoes and vacations, have they been replaced with dreams about teething biscuits? That's simply unfair! It's like dreaming about work, and no body wants to do that! I wasn't even in cute shoes! How utterly annoying! I went back to sleep in hopes for a fruity drink on a tropical beach somewhere at the very least, and got nothing. I think I dreamed of car seats after that. Motherhood is cruel!