pacifiers (or better known as binkies) are a hot commodity around these parts. there are no fewer than five on the premises at all times. and when we leave home, there must always be a binky on back up duty, just in case.
i have a love/hate relationship with them.
i love: when i'm not quite ready to wake up, i pop the "plastic peace giver" in for another good 15 minutes of shut eye.
i hate: when i'm scrambling to find it in the middle of the night deliriously thinking where is the binky? where is that blasted binky?!!
everyone here knows how important the binky is. the older ones love to help with it.
but every once in a while the linkster knows how to get a rise out of me. he steals it and takes off running. i suppose he knows he will get chased and tackled.
what more could a boy want? 🙂
came back and re-read this post and decided to edit it a little 😉










