Fa is what I called my pacifier. Santa came this year and brought them all to the new babies around that need them. Santa did not, however bring my blue fa to a new baby because of it's "used" condition. I wanted to show you a picture of my blue fa. I have had my blue fa for about 1.5 yrs. It has been in the toilet, chewed on by a dog, lost several times, washed even more, faded a gross yellow color and even run over by the JEEP by Dad (seriously) but still, this was my favorite pacifier. The last couple nights have gone...well, okay. Yesterday's nap was the worst where I threw a tantrum but then a cartoon of Caillou finally chilled me out. I'm not really mad that my fa's are gone, but I'm sad. I know I only got to have it in bed at night for the past 8-9 months, but I have had a lot of sad, sad tears. Don't tell Mom I know this, but....um, yesterday during my nap Dad told me that she busted out crying too. He said she's a hormonal pregnant women who hates to see me so sad but she's also a toughie and not giving in. Giving in to what? Santa is the one who took my fas!
I'm working through it. I'm a big boy now and there are soo many more adventures that I need to tackle without my pacifier. Because this is my baby book, I felt the need to document something that was so special to me. I will miss you blue fa, RIP.
No comments:
Post a Comment