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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

pac·i·fy  (ps-f)

tr.v. pac·i·fied, pac·i·fy·ing, pac·i·fies
1. To ease the anger or agitation of.
2. To end war, fighting, or violence in; establish peace in.


You may recall that we successfully cured Ari of his pacifier addiction a few months ago during sleep training.  Since he no longer needs the soothing sensation to put himself to sleep, I went around the house, collected all but one of the plastic blue suckers, and disposed of them in the diaper genie (I knew I wouldn't stick my hand back in there to get them.  Who am I kidding?  A little poop doesn't scare me, but thankfully, I didn't need to.)

I kept his wubbanub...in case of "emergencies". 

(Whatawub?  It's a little stuffed animal attached to a pacifier.  Ari can easily find it, put it in his mouth, and then hold on to the animal for extra comfort. )

Example A(ri): "Incognito"



I use the term "emergency" loosely.  Tired? Cranky? Hungry? Bored?   (Definition #1 above)

Emergency!  

Wubbunub is a magic cure-all.  Oh how I love the wubbanub.  Er, I mean, Ari loves his wubbanub.

Monday was Memorial Day, and after we explained to Ari how lucky he is to be an American and how thankful we are to the troops for keeping us safe, Ari expressed that war is not the answer by grabbing for his pacifier (definition #2 above...Ari is a pacifist).  Then the 4 of us (mom, dad, baby, wubbunub) went for a walk to Walgreens to buy an inflatable pool (Ari was a tad embarrassed by his mom's use of the bathtub in the front yard.  And even more embarrassed that she posted the picture on facebook.  In case you missed it...

 .)

Five minutes into the walk, I glanced down and noticed the wubbanub was no longer in the stroller.  I stopped.  I freaked.  I had heart palpitations.  I broke out in hives.  I whimpered.  Where was my wubbanub?! 

Matt pacified me by explaing that we could buy another wubbunub.  And then gently asked if I needed a wubbunub of my own. 

Not a bad idea.  For emergencies?  I get cranky/hungry/tired/bored too...


(And guess what we found on the sidewalk on our walk home?!  Thank you Brookline residents for not taking the wub.)

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