My J...

...His best friend is his pacifier. And, not just any pacifier, but the stupid, ugly, green, hospital pacifiers. And I know what you are thinking: "OH! Not me. Never would I let that happen to MY child." I already have a major complex about it, so I don't need anyone to leave any comments about how I am ruining his life by letting him have a pacifier still. I already know. I figure if all parents are supposed to screw up their kids life in some way, I just have found my way nice and early.

At least I am fully aware of it, right? I also have a theory though. Like any good mother, I am not responsible for this behavior (of course not!). Let the pictures explain themselves...


First to blame is the hospital. When J was first born, they stole him away, and in the nursery he picked up this habit. The nurses told him, "It's ok J. One time won't hurt... Everyone's doing it!" And that's what he believed.

He ventured home, into the arms of his father. Here, his father helped prolong this dirty little habit, shoving the stupid rubber hatred into his mouth...


So there you have it. Guilty as charged... NOT ME, but the hospital and Chris. Because of course, we all know, I am far more responsible then to allow a child to be hooked on the stupid things. Poor guy, never even had a chance.