You (or your significant other) birth this tiny, innocent being, care for it, nurture it until it grows into an intelligent (though–let’s face it–sometimes dumb) toddler.
And realize your sweet, innocent thing is no longer so innocent. (Hopefully they’re still sweet sometimes.)
For us, Lily growing into a toddler happened at the same time we had our second child, which, specifically for the purposes of this post, means pacifiers were a presence in our house again.
Lily had never really taken to a pacifier too much–though we tried, believe me–so we figured having a baby who required pacifiers would be a nonissue.
Boy, were we wrong.
Lily began taking the pacifier from the ground, from Kinley’s mouth, from the car seat. She began climbing our bar-stool-height dining chairs solely to climb onto he table to retrieve a forgotten paci.
She began reaching between crib bars or stretching her little fingers over the countertop.
And, when we caught on to the act and began scolding or moving pacifiers to less-accessible places, she just got smarter.
She started waiting until we abandoned a paci on the couch, allowing us to believe she was following, then circling back to retrieve the paci.
She started patting Kinley’s face, slowly inching her fingers toward the pacifier, waiting for me to turn my head.
She started hiding under the table when she found a stray.
The lengths we’ve had to go to simply to keep a pacifier inaccessible have been tremendous.
The biggest thing we’ve learned, though? Our toddler is a little sneak.
So why am I w(h)ining tonight? Because I’ve had to play hide-and-seek with too many pacifiers today.