This morning when it was time to brush AJ's teeth, she wanted her pacifier back. I did not want her to have it. She cried. She screamed. A pacifier, of course, would have cured the screaming. This was, of course, completely my fault. I told her she could have it back if she let me brush her teeth. She did not, so I didn't give it to her.
I tried to be strong and deflect her attention. It didn't work. The tantrum continued until we were almost at daycare, when I finally turned on the radio and started singing along with whatever was on, ignoring her whimpering.
Anna June does not need a pacifier. She goes all day at daycare without it. I do know that it is a great comfort to her while she is teething, but based on our doctor visit earlier this week, that is going to continue for a long time to come.
So I have decided that the pacifier is only for bedtime. We will see if the parents can adapt to this change. It's really more my habit than hers. I get compliments all the time saying that she's such a happy child. Do you know why she's happy? She's sucking on a pacifier!
Maybe over this weekend we can do it. I'll try to use other things for the teething. I will need the support of the whole village in breaking this habit. If you see her with her passy (or I guess it should be spelled "paci") remind me that I am supposed to take it away from her. And then I will take it away and leave her with you.
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