irie doesn't know it yet, but one day we'll need to plan an intervention. she's addicted, and eventually, the madness will have to stop.

she has pacifiers (called "B!!!!" in our house) stashed in every room. she usually has one in her mouth, and one in her hand, on standby. just in case. in case of what? i'm not exactly sure, but one needs to be prepared. she often switches back and forth between these two binks ... maybe to insure each has equal suckage.

this particular baby item is available just about anywhere and it's completely legal. these places sell them, in multiples and even disguise the evil with pretty colors and cute pictures of animals, with no regard to dental bills and possible mental breakdowns. accessories are available. they con mom with quotes like "mom rocks." i have fallen victim to this marketing and willingly stuck these things in my poor little girl's mouth without thinking much about it because hey, i do in fact rock people.

well now she has teeth. and now she throws tantrums. and that little piece of plastic with the little rubber nipple at the end, hurts like daggers when it's thrown at your legs as you walk away from the demon child crying on the floor (for no real apparent or life threatening reason). you should see the mad PANIC that ensues if we haven't located her stash before bedtime.

ugh. it's worse than sugar and potty training. our entire house has fallen victim to the pacifier. i don't even want to think about the day we decide to tell her she's going to have to figure out how to fall asleep without it. the intervention will come

let's wait til she's willingly peeing in a toilet.