Is this a trick question? No. When JoAnn was only about 6 months, she completely stopped using a pacifier pretty much on her own. Then I made the mistake of giving it back to her a couple months later when she started teething. I did restrict it to only when she was sleeping. However, over the last few weeks I have been very lazy and when she should be using the pacifier less, I have allowed her to use it more. Lately, you can barely ever catch her without it. Anyway, she brought her favorite pacifier with her to church today and we made the mistake of leaving it in the car when we came home. Not wanting to run all the way back to the car (really, it was more not wanting to go up 2 flights of stairs when I'm carrying around almost 30 extra pounds) I dug out another package of pacifiers I had in a drawer that were exactly the same kind and even the same color. Then without telling her it was any different, I gave her the new pacifier. It took her only a couple minutes before she looked at me, took the pacifier out of her mouth and said "No, Mommy. Paci green." (Which is what she calls her favorite pacifier.) I couldn't believe it, how did she know it wasn't the same? I can't tell the difference, but the first picture is her favorite pacifier and the second picture is the one I gave her today.
On a separate note, I've heard it said that when you are pregnant you become much more clumsy, so I'm going to blame this story on being pregnant. On Friday, Daniel and I went to see a movie at the mall and as we were walking out to the car I stepped down off the curb and next thing I knew I was laying on the ground with my ankle throbbing. This mall also has a grocery store in it, so in the parking lot they made a small wooden ramp that they put next to the curb so you can take your shopping cart to your car easier and somehow I managed to step right on the edge of the ramp, twist my ankle and fall "like a sack of rocks" as Daniel has been saying. Truthfully, despite the fact that there were plenty of witnesses to my fall, I was really wasn't very embarrassed at the time. The part that was hard to deal with was more that I still had the whole parking lot to cross and I could barely walk my ankle hurt so bad. I immediately went home and put ice on it and started the whole "RICE" treatment since all I could think about was how embarrassed I would be limping into the hospital and explaining what happened to my doctor if I went into labor before it started to feel better. For some reason I was never embarrassed about when I had an injury due to playing sports, but now that I'm older and don't play I feel like an idiot anytime I hurt myself. Plus, it just doesn't seem to fit the image of a pregnant lady that I have in my head. The good news is that other than a few small bruises on my ankle and limping for a couple days, you wouldn't even know I hurt myself. For Daniel, it did bring up the story of his mom breaking her leg when she was pregnant with his sister and I have to say, I just can't imagine having that happen. I never really thought about how hard that must have been, especially with 4 boys already. As Daniel would say, she is a warrior.
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