Thursday, February 23, 2006

I'd be a wealthy woman...

...if I had a dime for every one of these our freaky cat has destroyed.
Lulu doesn't even like them that much, but I like to have them around for those times that nothing else seems to satisfy. I am so sick of finding them in pieces.

Little Bit was a 'pacifier baby' as soon as he started teething. He LOVED the things, and I was CONSTANTLY buying new ones to replace the ones the cat ate. We never went anywhere without at least two of the things, as sometimes that's all that would comfort him. I'm still finding 'his brand' stashed here and there, kind of like finding the secret JD stash of an alcoholic.

I once was watching an episode of one of those nanny shows, and one of the kids was a paci-addict, and I saw our future if we didn't do something about Little Bit's addiction immediately. About that same time, he decided that he simply couldn't live without the things. I had been working up to the idea of breaking the habit, and about a month before had started confining them to the bed only. I would hide that one under a blanket and not call attention to it when bedtime arrived. He would ALWAYS dig around until he unearthed it, pop it in his mouth and happily drift off to sleep. After watching that episode where the kid was FOUR and still using the thing, I decided it was time to go cold turkey then and there. He was almost a year old, and that was the hardest week of bedtimes ever, before or since. As it turns out stubborn really is his middle name, and there were several nights when I almost gave in. Daddy McAustin was traveling so I was alone, and I just wanted the screaming to stop. I held firm however, and after the fourth night he didn't cry at all.

I worried when Lulu came along that he might start up again using hers, but he has never shown any interest in her pacifiers. But you better believe when I find one of 'his' it goes immediately into the trash without him ever setting eyes on it.

If only the cat problem was as easily solved.

7 Comments:

Blogger Carrie said...

Cats are so wierd like that. Mine not only steal q-tips but my powder brushes and hair scrunchies. I think we need a picture of the culprit in action. :)

11:55 AM  
Blogger Lucky Lum said...

When we moved I found our cat's secret stash under the couch...alll those misssing finger nail files, q-tips, lighters, and a pacifier from my nephew two years old.

1:48 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

My middle guy adored his soother. Once I finally (or so I thought) got him to give it up, I would be driving in the car, look in the rearview mirror, and there he would be, sucking on the one he had stashed under his carseat.

The part I hated most was buying a new pack of three soothers KNOWING there were eighteen in the house SOMEWHERE.

6:57 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

Did you get my email?

6:57 AM  
Blogger Mainline Mom said...

My Nathan pretty much never got addicted to the paci or the thumb which makes me very happy. But for the first couple months we tried and tried to get him to use it to fall asleep.

12:39 PM  
Blogger Sheri & SuZan said...

Cats....gotta love them (but they do have their own agendas)

9:43 PM  
Anonymous shirley said...

But doncha' ya know that having a cat(or a dog for that matter) is like having a 3-year-old for..the..rest..of...your...life. Inticing isn't it? ;)

7:05 PM  

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