thumb wrestling
August 27, 2009Once upon a time, a certain three month old finally found her thumb. There was great rejoicing, as her (oh so about to put her foot in her mouth) mother thought to herself, “I can say good-bye to the 2 AM demands to plug her piehole with a pacifier! Now she can cork herself with her thumb!”
The next night, the same three month old still awoke just past midnight, this time screeching for her thumb. Her hand, which is still functioning independently of her body, would not release said thumb from its fist. In the absence of a thumb, her loving, devoted, gorgeous even at 1 AM mother stuck a pacifier in the tiny cherub’s mouth. Nothing doing. It was going to be a thumb or nothing. So it was nothing. Nothing but screams and short bursts of fitful sleep. Until the sun came up.
She’s damn lucky she’s cute.
When my daughter was a 2 or 2 1/2, it became the need for 2 paci’s… one in her mouth and one AT HER FEET. I kid you not. And she could not live without either of them.
I’m sorry for your pain, but that’s really funny.
“Her hand … would not release said thumb from its fist.”