The Last Days of the Pacifier, Part 1

Many of you know that Jen and I hate the pacificer (or, that infernal bippy, as I call it). We should have trashed it months ago, but lethargy and inertia being what it is, we now have an 18month old who loves that thing like nothing else.

This morning, I snipped the end of the nipple from the bippy, thinking that I was brilliantly taking the mojo out of it. This technique worked for a couple of hours, after which Graham literally shrugged his shoulders and started carrying it around in his mouth, despite the fact that he could not suck. I snipped it again, leaving Graham with a bippy that falls out of his mouth, because there's not enough plastic to grip with his teeth. He still tries, repeatedly, to keep it where it belongs.

I cannot say where this epic battle of wills will go from here, but I promise to update as needed. We will triumph verus that infernal mouthpiece, gentle readers. Oh yes, we will.