This week, we embarked on a new, albeit quite scary, adventure.
When I put Baby Gray in the car, he grabbed his pacifier like normal, only to find it was not normal at all! The tip was missing! Someone cut it plumb off.
He stuck it in his mouth, gave it a good once over, poked it a few times, and looked to me for confirmation of what he was seeing.
I got in the car, and off we went. A few seconds later, I heard a thud.
He was done.
He was, however, only done with the pacifier in the car. He made it quite clear that he is not ready to relinquish the pacifier in his bed. And, quite frankly, I’m doing OK with that. After all who will ever know if he still sleeps with a pacifier when he goes to kindergarten?