I am not a huge fan of co-sleeping with Savannah, but I have to admit there is something cozy and special about snuggling up with her for a nap.
Today we were in our bed in lazy Sunday afternoon fashion, with Savannah in between us, trying to take a little nap. She had already taken hers earlier that day so I knew she wasn't going to sleep, but she didn't want to be left out. So she burrowed in and closed her eyes, and automatically popped her right thumb into her mouth.
Yeah, we haven't made any headway in breaking her of that yet.
I gently tugged it out of her mouth, and her eyes snapped open as she tried to yank her hand away.
"Hey," I told her, "why don't you try your left thumb? Try your other one, k?"
She looked mighty dubious, but brought her left hand up to her mouth, awkwardly, as if she didn't quite know how to plug it in. She took a few tentative slurps, and then took it out and shook her head.
" I don't yike it," she announced.
"Why not?"
"It doesn't taste good."
Apparently her right hand is much better flavored then her left.
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