No, not that kind of cobblestone (tho that is the first paved street in NYC) but rather the sweater kind.
Yes, it is big. It was knit with (all mothers repeat after me) "room to grow." That's my story and I'm sticking with it! Really!
Guess what? Yup, we found my camera. Right after I had managed to justify buying a new one if it didn't appear by tomorrow. Mike had the brilliant idea of lifting the couch. And there it was. Despite my having looked under there several times. Either it was not actually there the first seven times I looked or, it was wedged between the cushions and finally worked it's way through. (Our couch has double recliners built in so if you stick your hand between the cushions you encounter floor. If you reach deep enough.)