We've had an unexpected and not entirely desirable development in the Land of Bean. Despite adamantly turning away from them for the first 18 months of her life, with an eye only for her thumb, Sophie has developed an affection for pacifiers.
We have a bunch of them. Some were given to us at my shower, some we purchased during those first hard, hard days when we would have done ANYTHING to get her to stop crying. She wouldn't have anything to do with them. So they were pushed aside with the thought that maybe our second child (if there is one) would like them. One found its way into my diaper bag, where it sat at the bottom for a year, another was in the top drawer of her dresser, back behind the socks, yet another was in one of our bedside tables. They were one of those ubiquitous items that kept turning up all over the house, but you never get rid of because you think maybe someday we'll use them.
I'm not sure which one she found first, but find one she did. Now, she is maniacal about them. She even goes so far as to suck on it between bites of food and attempting to drink her sippy cup while the paci is in the corner of her mouth. That's a loud and messy proposition, let me tell you.
It took practically nipping the end of her finger off to cure her of thumbsucking, I am not looking forward to breaking this habit.