The Tale of the Disappearing Pacifier

When Leah was first born we were very concerned about introducing the pacifier too soon.  We didn't want it to interfere with breastfeeding, and so until she was about one month old we held off using the pacifier except on rare occasions.  Hahahahahaha! 

Idiots.  Around two months we decided that we couldn't live without the pacifier and by three months BA had decided that the two pacifiers we currently had weren't enough - he wanted one in every room, within arms reach.  So one day he came home with an additional eight pacifiers.  Obviously, I thought this was overkill. 

Exhibit A: some of the pacifiers in our house.

As it turned out, BA's idea was brilliant.  We did start keeping pacifiers in different rooms in the house, particularly in Leah's room and sometimes in her crib in the event we needed a quick fix for mid-nap crying.  Over the course of the last month, however, our pacifier supply has mysteriously dwindled to three.  THREE!?!?  Naturally, we started freaking out.  Where the heck could those things be.  I looked under the sofa, under our bed, under the guest bed, under Leah's crib, and under everything I could look under.  Nada.  We decided to interview our prime suspect. 

"Pushah, Daddy-O, I ain't talkin' to you, homeboy!"

 She wasn't very helpful.  My theory was that Leah was secretly hiding the pacifiers, one by one, in her little baby pockets and slipping them out to her daycare friends.  I had no proof.  Finally we focused our investigation and started narrowing in on the crime scene. The crib.

Every night when we put Leah to bed, we give her a pacifier.  She usually spits it out, cries, and then furiously kicks her legs.  When we go back in to put the pacifier back in her mouth, we sometimes can't find it in the darkness, so we would just grab a new one.  Slowly, over the course of the past month, Leah had kicked her discarded pacifiers over the back edge of the crib, where they were caught, suspended between the crib and the wall.  I couldn't see them when I looked under the crib because they hadn't fallen all the way down to the floor.  BA retrieved six (SIX!!!!) from behind Peanut's crib last night.    

Guilty as charged. 

"Who me?  I plead the 5th! You'll never find that 10th pacifier!"