But I Love Thumb Sucking!

Totally uncool when you're thirteen, totally awesome when you're thirteen weeks.  For as much as my other two loved their pacifier, this little angel wanted nothing to do with hers.  Frankly she didn't really need it since she hardly ever cries.  That's right, I said it, Hardly. Ever. Cries.  Still, this past week she found her thumb and it an amazing thing to behold.

No running into her bed when it falls out of her mouth at 2am.  No picking it up off the street and spitting on it to keep it clean after it goes flying out of the stroller.  It's just there, attached to her hand, one of her ten digits.  Watching her work to get that hand up to her mouth, stick out that tumb and pop, in it goes is not only cute, it's practical too!

Still, I'm already thinking about her oral issues when she's older.  No blow job jokes, PLEASE, she's my daughter.  I'm more worried about the desire to smoke, or worse the thousands of dollars I'm gong to shell out to the orthodontist because she wouldn't stop this sucking.  The little prince cried when the pacifier fairy came and took his away.  Totally ruined a birthday (I'm ashamed to say which one).  I can't really cut off her thumb so in the long run I know I'll be sad this started.

But for right now.

Thumb, glorious thumb.