Anyway, I have a favorite pacifier (known on the Mercadante side as Tooties - respelled as Tute to make the joke more realistic), and it is the ONLY pacifier that is worth my time. It's the one the nurse gave me at the hospital when I was only one day old. I just did NOT want to sleep because I was so excited about learning how to suck. I would cry unless I had something to suck on. So the nurse gave Mommy a speech about nipple confusion (something about how babies forget how to breastfeed if you give them a pacifier, but in her 13 years of experience she'd only seen it happen twice), Mommy promptly ignored the speech, and I was presented with my amazing, wonderful, BEAUTIFUL, teal pacifier. We've had it for almost 8 weeks now, and it would be somewhat of a catastrophe around here if we were ever to lose my magic tute. Oh, and I didn't forget how to breastfeed, if you were feeling like I left you hanging on that one.
There are these neat little things called "Wubbanubs." They are stuffed animals that attach to a tootie to make it easier to find, and even more of a comfort to babies like me. I think I would LOVE a Giraffe Wubbanub friend, but Daddy thinks they are ridiculous. I am going to ask the Easter Bunny to bring me one, it's never too soon to tap into my gifting resources. The Easter Bunny and Santa (not to mention the Tooth Fairy, but I can't really count on her yet, because of the whole not having any teeth thing) are my only hope for some of my more frivolous wants.
In other news, my Grandma Krug stopped by for a visit tonight. My mom keeps her pretty busy with sewing projects, so they had to head over to Joann Fabrics for a few minutes. Grandma and I had a whole conversation about OOOOOOoooos and AAAAHHHHs. It was scintillating.
Anyway, here's a photo of Grandma, Jack, and me. And a photo of the Giraffe Wubbanub that I yearn for.