Next I'll Be Talking About Poop and Boobs
We can file this under things that I never knew I had to know until I became a parent:
Not all pacifiers are created equal.
We'd purchased a couple, recieved one from the hospital and one as a gift. The gifted one came from my dad, along with a Packers-themed outfit. Keep in mind that I may be from Wisconsin, but I am NOT a Packer fan. I'm not a fan of professional sports in general. So, this Packers outfit and pacifier are a bit rediculous to me. But it was a gift and it's cute. And we ARE from Wisconsin, living in Texas.
So, we finally try giving Truman a pacifier sometime last week or the week before. Up until that point, he'd really not shown much interest in them.
I'm sure you'll see where this is going. The kid REFUSES to take any of the 'normal' pacifiers we'd give him. The only one he likes is the damn Packers pacifier. So, whenever we're out in public, he's proclaiming his support for a team that neither me nor my husband could give two rips about.
I finally got to Target this week to try and track down similarly styled pacifiers with a less obnoxious design. I think we my have a winner. MAYBE.