Audge has lost about four million pacifiers (no joke, no exaggeration) in her short 20 months of life. Usually we'd scour the house and find a few behind couches, under beds, in pockets, etc. and life would go on. Or if that didn't work, buy a replacement or 4.
Well, she did it again. ALL the pacifiers are lost. And I am refusing to get anymore. So far we have made it about a week- including our Chicago trip- without a pacifier. Bedtime is the only rough spot.
I think she will be pacifier free until she sees baby Olivia's and starts to long for her old friend. Or until she finds one in a hidden cache.
About 2 months left until the "Triple Threat." That's what I will be calling our brood (at least on the blog). Are you ready? I'm pretty sure that I'm not.
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I love that you are going to call your ladies the Triple Threat! I use to call some ladies the triple threat, but in an entirely different context.
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