Pacifier Graveyard
When Ava is a pack-rat as an adult, we'll know that its been going on for a loooonnnnnnggggg time. Last night I got under her crib because we were mysteriously running low on pacifiers. This is where pacifiers go when there is no trail of evidence to their location. It's a lot like "The X-Files". Turns out there were EIGHT pacifiers hoarded under there. Ava... We will always have enough pacifiers for you. You don't have to build up an emergency stash. Even if there were some disaster where we would never be able to buy you any more pacifiers, the ones you have would be just as safe in the cupboard and cleaner too!
Today, for the first time, Ava put her pacifier successfully into her own mouth. She has tried MANY times before, but she just hadn't got the coordination down previously. Usually she would grab one of the sides and then try to shove the other side into her mouth. Seeing as the sides are designed to keep the baby from completely internalizing and swallowing the pacifier, trying to insert them this way is problematic. Today we were driving and she was fussy in the back seat. After a little while she suddenly was content, which struck me as odd. Ba-da-boom, ba-da-bing, she had conquered the complexity of the pacifier.
On top of that, she is sitting on her own. Before when we would try to sit her up on her own she would end up with her mouth intimately close to her feet. I'm not fond of the idea of my daughter trimming her toe-nails with her teeth, so I was pleasantly surprised when she started staying somewhat vertical. Mind you, she does teeter like a buoy on water, but she's still able to keep herself up for a good length of time.
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