I have mentioned our quest for George’s pacies on many occasions.
Seriously they just disappear into thin air.
We had this conversation a few days ago during one of George’s daily games of “Make Mom and Dad Chase the Pacy.”
The pacy had fallen out about a half a dozen times in a 5 minute span. And of course George starts pouting until we get the pacy that HE spit out on purpose.
Tom-I’m going to put a rubber band around your head so you can’t spit it out.
Me-We should get croakies for the pacy like they have for glasses.
Tom-What would we call it? We could call it a pokey.
Me-I don’t think that would be appropriate.
Tom-Yea I immediately realize how bad it is is to strap something called a pokey to a child’s face.
We received a pacy clip thing for Christmas so hopefully that will end the chase game that happens on the daily basis in our house. And maybe we won’t keep losing those things.
We haven’t seen this pacy probably since this picture was taken two weeks after he was born…