Author’s Note: What—you may wonder—is a ty-ty?? For whatever reason, this is the moniker with which a very young Miss Ava chose to christen her pacifier. No, we have no idea where she got this nickname, but it has stuck with our family. Now Hudson’s pacifier is also affectionately called a ty-ty. Just go with it.
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Okay, so the other day Hudson was in his swing (which he’s about to outgrow) with his ty-ty in his mouth. I was reading books on the couch with Ava and keeping a hawk-eye on him. Then it was lunchtime, so I removed my beautiful baby from his swing, without thinking about the ty-ty. I proceeded to feed him, clean him up, and play with him on the floor for awhile. Suddenly, for some reason, I remembered the pacifier and went back to the swing to get it. No ty-ty. I checked the high chair, in case he had dropped it before his lunch. No ty-ty. I scoured the floor for it. I enlisted Ava to help search. I repeatedly questioned my seven-month-old; he only squirmed in response. No ty-ty.
Yes, we have other pacifiers, but I was determined to locate THIS one. It was a mystery. Ava and I were perplexed. Hudson seemed to really care as well, despite his sudden need to wiggle and squirm.
It was then I noticed an unusual bulge in his pants. What?!? Upon closer inspection, I realized the missing ty-ty had apparently fallen from his mouth, slid down his shirt, and deposited itself between his diaper and pants. No wonder he was such a squirmy little thing!
Ava and I must have laughed for hours after that. And you know nothing gets Hudson laughing like hearing his sister’s giggles. At least this is one case we can file under SOLVED.
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