Once upon a time there were two binkies. One was small and pink and never-used and the other was yellow and clear and, well... NOT never-used if you know what I mean. Ahem.
...So here's the thing. Archer still sleeps with his pacifier and he's three. Three-and a half. Okay so he's almost four. And want to know something else? I'm fine with it. I really am. If he wants to suck a pacifier until he's 18 that's totally fine with me. When Archer's over the pacifier? He'll be over the pacifier just like one day he was over Sesame Street. That's what happens, right? Children grow up and out of certain things. Or at least this is what I have been telling myself for the last several months of TRYING with no luck to wean Archer off his beloved paci. Or "nu-nu" as we call them in our house. (It was my goal to only have one kid sucking a pacifier and in diapers at a time.)
Maybe I'm not ready to be a "big boy," okay?
Truth be told, it isn't so bad. It's not like Archer's pacifier is hurting anybody. Not even close. So eh... Whatevs. I'm a firm believer in picking my battles as a parent and the pacifier? Isn't my battle to fight. So long as Archer doesn't leave his bed with his binky in his mouth he can keep it as long as he wants to. His blankie, too. Hell! There are nights when I could use a pacifier of my own! Which brings to me to Fable and the other binky. The one that's small and pink and never been used.
Well, hello there! I'm Fable and I live a binky-free existence!
I've been trying to talk Fable into using a pacifier since birth and the girl will have nothing to do with them. I've tried all shapes, sizes, colors...They all disgust her. She spits them out at me with this sort of "what the hell are you thinking, woman!" look in her eyes. I keep thinking maybe one day she'll change her mind but the girl isn't what one would call "wishy-washy" in her ways.
Fair enough. Fable is already a very different baby than Archer was and I support her choices completely but I'll be honest. It would be a lot easier if the little lady took a pacifier because as it stands now? Getting her to sleep requires my boobs which unfortunately are attached to my body and therefor a lot less easy to offer her, say in the pasta aisle at Trader Joes. I know a lot of parents don't believe in pacifiers and I respect that. I just happen to be one of those parents who REALLY APPRECIATES the power of the paci. I'm also one of those parents who doesn't really want to whip my boob out in the grocery store check-out line when Fable feels like conking out.

Who needs binkies when there are fingers and boobs in the world?
I guess I can't fault Fable for wanting to suck on skin instead of plastic. In fact, according to my mother I refused to take a pacifier as well so there you go. She's definitely mine.
Of course, I can't help but wonder if Archer's reluctance to give up his pacifier has to do with my pre-Fable goal of wanting "only one pacifier sucking baby in diapers" at a time. As it turned out, my goal was met. Differently than I anticipated but met nonetheless. Archer was out of diapers pretty much the day Fable was born but his pacifier? Well... We all know how that story ends, or should I say... didn't end at all.
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