There is trouble a brewin’ in the Nicholes Household. A major battle has ensued and it’s Mama and Papa Nicholes against the Twizzlers.
The Mr. and I have seen this battlefield twice before – but only with US being the double team against someone and not having the odds of two against two. I’m faltering though, and I think that the lack of sleep is playing a part in this. What is this battle that I speak of? To pacify or not. For the Cellist and Ladybug, I didn’t give them a pacifier at all. My reasoning was down the line thinking. I didn’t want to have to break them of the pacifier when they were older. Call me lazy, call me strong willed, whatever. It was easy with just one. However, with the stereo surround sound of two newborns crying, mixed with the crazy knee jerk reaction of waking up to their hunger call, and you have a mom who is ready to throw in the towel. And get this: I’m researching pacifiers. Really honestly researching. And I’m also doing my follow up research. How to break them of this habit. Honestly, I just want a SOLID two hours of sleep without having to be the human pacifier. Mr. Twizzler is good for it while Lil Miss Twizzler will be fine with a full belly. I realize that it’s not rocket science, but I want one that they aren’t going to spit out because it’s too rubber tasting, or not shaped correctly or darnit, because they are little one and half foot tall food snobs only waiting for their next fix of breastmilk.
>sigh< The things you think about when blogging.