Trading In

The whole pacifier thing was a fluke. I bought a few before he was born, fully expecting to return them; I didn't think N would take to them. His sister promptly spit them out, and apparently I as an infant hated them too. But they really did something for old N. I was one of those mom's that had them stashed in the car, jacket pockets, his diaper bag, and a handful in the same corner his crib night after night that he was able to retrieve himself with no problem. But the whole teeth issue was starting to worry me. Not that at nearly 8 months old he doesn't have any yet, just that when they did start coming in their growth would be effected. And with the catalogue of stories that friends had relayed to me about their nightmares of separating tot's with their binkies, I needed to have a game plan. Or, did I? One morning for his nap I thought, "I'm gonna put this sippy cup with water in the normal 'binky corner,' and just see what happens." Nothing! No whining, and no tormented fussing! He thought it was novel to have something different in his crib to play with, and to suck on. That was a week ago, and nary a pacifier to be had. Hallelujah!