First of all, my son can't seem to keep clothes on and has a healthy appetite for all things "action heros" or battling. AND he is still totally addicted to pacifier. So addicted, that he woke Hubby and I up at 6 am this morning because he couldn't find it.
Yep, it is that bad.
Now it seems that Miss Tess has the same monkey on her back. No, not the nakedness, as of now, clothing stays on all day long. She is still too little to undress herself but I am just waiting for the day that all she has on is Dora undies.
I am afraid that the paci addiction is just as bad. To make it worse, is both of my spoiled kids prefer different pacifier brands. Oh yeah, that is how deep the addiction goes. So Hubby and I are usually found looking under couches and beds and digging through toy bins to find the "perfect" paci for each spoiled, overindulged child.
It is bad, and it is my fault.
Those are two laser guns tucked in his homemade "holsters." And the most annoying effing laser guns in the world. Most likely you will find these two guns in a cabinet, out of reach.
He totally thinks he is a super hero. I don't have the heart to tell him he isn't.
Here is a rare photo of Tess without a paci. She has started climbing on furniture. This would not be a problem at all, but you see, we have cement floors and her coordination is not the best.
See, reading a book, sucking her paci. I tried to take it away and she threw a fit. I gave it back. I am weak. Very weak.
Here is anther picture with the paci. I was trying to take a cute picture of the bow that stayed in her hair. ALL. DAY. LONG. But instead all you really notice is her navy blue paci.