Jane has a new pacifier that reads, “Pull to sound alarm.”
Andy and Kate just got the joke. But a screaming baby is no joke at all, especially not on a long car ride!
Jane is my first baby to love a pacifier. All my other babies liked them okay as newborns, but could never hold one in their mouths all by their onsies for more than 6 seconds. They fussed more over one falling from their lips than not having one at all. At least that’s what I told myself when I hurtled those blasted things across our master bedroom at 3 o’clock in the morning because duct taping it to their little mouths was not a viable option.
My father-in-law told me that back in Tennessee they call pacifiers “foolers.” Very droll. But there is a brief window in which Jane can be “fooled.” The window opens with a full tummy and drowsy eyelids and then snap shuts if a paci cannot be procured immediately and full-blown hysteria is reached.
I’m a rookie at this binky business. I keep loosing them. I own eight and I can never find one. I need to start investing in those clippy things that attach the pacifier to your baby. Maybe eight’s not enough and I need to start stashing pacifiers in every pocket, cubby and cup holder I own. I should never be left patting my pockets and purse and coming up short. She’s gets so smiley and seems like such a cherub when we load up the car to leave someplace, I always forget to double check I have one!
But fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…oh, where is a blasted fooler when you need it?!