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We have not been able to get Samantha to take a pacifier (or at least one other than Jer's finger) We did not want a binky baby, but with all the screaming and constant rooting, I'd be thrilled if she took a binky. The past couple of days I've been putting her on my chest, face down and she snorts like a little piggy and burries her head in my chest. We joke that she's looking for a truffle.
Today, after an hour of screaming non-stop, I decided to try the pacifier yet again:
(Say! I DO like green eggs and ham!)
now, if only we could find these...they seem to have disappeared during the move.
Ok, so we (Sam and Me) are not doing anything, but Daddy is. Although, to think of it, she did have her own explosion. In her pants. That ended up on my pants. FYI, baby poop stains.
Up from 3am-5am with a very gassy baby. Up at 7 again, screaming off and on til 10. Squirmed and sweated and screamed and tooted til 12pm (not me, the baby) FINALLY pooped and crashed at 1pm (again, the baby)
so long, chocolate, my sweet love...(this time, for me)