Binky. Bink. Passi. Nuk. The Pacifier. I prefer to call it a "pasu". That's what my baby brother Austin called it when he was little and cute. Whatever you call it's hard to get rid of. Don't get me wrong, I am all in favor of the pacifier, it has saved my sanity on several occasions, it's easier to get rid of than a thumb and some babies just need something to suck on (I learned that on Ashton first night of life when she tried to use me as a pacifier). Now that Dalin is two it is more of a crutch for him and me. I was going to try ween Dalin off the pasu this week as a surprise for Chris, but he seems to be even more attatched to it since his dad left. Kaylee didn't take a pacifier and I think Ashton and Aiden were both at least two and a half before they ended their relationship with the pacifier so I guess I'll just keep pulling it out of his mouth every time he's within my reach.
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Has not having one of them helped? He left the one he has in the picture at our house the other day. Kinsey found it and carried it around for a little while saying, "Dalin's. Dalin's! Dalin's." I'll get it back to you as soon as I can.
We never had a pacifier problem (although we had one thumb-sucker), but I must say he looks mighty cute. Pasu or not.
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