My daughter is literally bursting with personality. It's cute now, but I worry about our sanity when she gets older.
She is also beautiful (while I'm biased on this one, I can still say it because it has been substantiated by numerous third parties).
Thank goodness she takes after her mother.
As a result, all the present-day noise and flurry of activity makes me forget what she was like as a baby.
So what does this long intro have to do with anything?
My daughter gagged whenever we tried to give her a pacifier. This was depressing when we wanted to soothe her to sleep. And when it's your first kid, everything out of the ordinary tends to inspire completely undeserved panic.
One night, we peeked into her crib to find her happily sucking on one of her socks.
I can't figure out why anyone would be content to slobber all over a strip of cotton, but she loved it. It reminded me of the Vitameatavegamin fiasco on I Love Lucy.
"It's so tasty too. Just like candy."