Things I Hate: Pacifier Edition

Okay, I've written the positive post. Now on to something that I feel truly passionate about: things that I hate. This is going to be a multi-part series, so don't worry, I won't tell you everything I hate in one post.

So, without further ado, part 1 of this illustrious series called "Things I Hate".

Thing that I hate today: pacifiers.

I really hate pacifiers. You can ask my husband: if I see a baby with a pacifier, I'm likely to lean over and say, "Well that just looks stupid." Now, before my friends with children get on to me, please know that I understand that they are supposed to help babies be soothed and calmed, and for some children they do work. But I never EVER used one. My mom said that she tried a few times and I would either spit it out or throw it on the floor. In fact, I was more fussy when she was trying to force it on me than I was without it. In fact, she said I gave her a look that said, "This is a fake nipple, not a real one, I won't be fooled."

This is what pacifiers are to me: stupid little supple plastic fake nipples that fool your baby into thinking she is nursing. They smell weird and there is no possible way they can be hygienic (not that I'm a germ freak, but really, how could you possibly hope for them to be clean enough to not be totally gross?).

Now that we're having a baby, this is a point of contention with Frank and I. I want to ban them, he thinks they're necessary. What will probably end up happening: a confused child who wants a pacifier when Daddy's around and doesn't want a pacifier when Mommy's around. I don't want to have a toddler with a pacifier addiction and have to break that habit.

What do I hate more than pacifiers themselves? The term "binky". If that term is ever used in my presence to describe those horrible little fake nipples, I want to scream.

Maybe it's because I've worked in children's retail for so many years. It was always some stupid looking toddler with a snotty nose and a pacifier half-hanging out of his mouth that would be a terror and scream and pull things off of the tables. All I know, is that when I see a kid like that, I want to turn and run the other way, because I know that nothing good is going to come from that encounter.

Happiness is...

So, apparently the last time I wrote a blog entry was in September and I was going through something really sad. Now, in February, several months later, there's something to replace that sadness. Ready?! My little girl is due in June! Ella Marie Farese is going to be lovely and spoiled (and it'll be my fault, I just bought her a Muffy VanderBear today, but in my defense, it was on sale).

Since I've been expecting her, I've made two resolutions: [1] finished unfinished projects (most of these are craft projects, and I'm working on them, slowly but surely); [2] dwell on the good things in my life, because otherwise the life is going to be sucked out of me.

Happy Friday!