Finally! We finally got Anthony to take a binky.*
Though granted, he’s still somewhat…indifferent.
I don’t understand why some babies refuse to take a pacifier. Our Jem, for example, stood (or rather, lay there) on principle and never once gave into the transitory pleasures of the plastic plug. I realize it probably tastes funny at first and that it’s a disappointingly dry tap in terms of milk. It’s that whole “I’m gnawing on something and it’s not Momma” experience. This is really weird, they’re thinking. I’m sucking and sucking and NOTHING IS HAPPENING. This is scary. The well’s run dry.
Given the choice between…oh, I don’t know…having a nice, comforting oral fix and wailing long & loud & inconsolably because Mommy is driving and can’t pick me up just yet…
I’d choose the oral fix every time.
But that’s just me.
Now where was that drive-through Starbucks again?
Ed. Note: I grew up hearing my sisters refer to the pacifier as a suss or sometimes su-suss. (We’re French-Canadian and suss has its roots in the French word sucer which means “to suck.” Go figure.) Later, though, much later when I was expecting my firstborn, I stayed with a dear friend in Kansas who called her daughter’s pacifier a binky. Binky? Binky? The word sounded so odd and, yes, even foreign to my ears and yet…somehow…
Binky. Nukkie. Paci. Plug. What do you call the pacifier in your part of the country?