Cooper never really took a pacifier. It was my fault. I was afraid to have him take one because I knew someday I'd have to take it away and didn't want to fight that battle. Beckham doesn't take one either, he simply can't keep it in, not that I give him much opportunity to develop the skill. Seneca, however, had one in her mouth the moment I met her... it worked for her, so I didn't object. Well, I did, but not strongly. I like to think my children have the ability to comfort themselves and not be dependent on it. There were rough moments I wish I had a plug, but overall it's been fine with the boys. The dreaded moment has arrived with Seneca. She's completely old enough not to need a pacifier and yet we've still been giving in. It's just so easy! I have kept postponing the paci-snatch citing excuses such as, "it will make the drive so much easier, she'll sleep so much better..."
I've got a thing. Once they're walking and attempting to be talking, I don't think they need it. I don't want it hindering speech and I think it looks lame to see a big kid walking around with a plug in his mouth. Don't worry, I'm not judging anyone imparticular, I just don't want that kid to be mine. I haven't given Seneca hers since we got home sunday night. She has awaken early and not gone back to sleep and she's had some grumpy moments, but the full force of the snatch did not hit until this afternoon. Look out everyone... this girl has lungs!! And she'll use them to protest. Seriously. She's loud. She's learning slowly that her mother can be as stubborn as she is. This, too, will pass. Right??