Don't let this sweet little noodle slurpy face fool you. Those baby blue eyes might be enough to trick you guys but I know better. This is the face of one of the most sophisticated guerrilla warfare specialists. Her area of expertise? Thumb sucking and how to drive her mother bonkers.
You see Eve has been partial to a bit of thumb sucking for a long time now. It was fabulous when she was little and could settle herself back to sleep. It has also been a great indicator of when she is tired. Feeling a little sleepy? Pop, thumb goes straight in the mouth.
The thumb sucking has even had an enabler. Enter "Wooby. I originally bought Wooby one after I noticed a very small Eve was rubbing the satin edging on her blanket to get to sleep. As summer was approaching I really didn't want her to have to sleep with a winter blanket. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Famous last words.
Wooby one soon gave way to Wooby two which I picked up as a backup in case of a Wooby disappearance. Original Wooby was kicked to the curb in favour of Newbie Wooby. But the rubbing of the satin and the thumb sucking continued.
Another great idea? I decided to make her a Rainbow Wooby (which I'm sure I've told you before) to bring together her two loves of Rainbows and Woobies. Naturally it was a huge hit and the other two Woobies were relegated to covering up her dolls. On many an occasion I would hand her a Wooby in the darkness only to have her rub it between her fingers before declaring "not Rainbow Wooby" and throwing it out. She could tell just by feeling it. Little weirdo.
So here we found ourselves with a little thumb sucking, Rainbow Wooby rubbing junkie. You might think that is a bit harsh to call her that, but honestly her behaviour was so similar to someone addicted to hard stuff. She KNEW that we didn't like her sucking her thumb so she would slip quietly into her room, shut the door behind her and hide under her covers to get a little hit of the thumb that soothed her.
Enough was enough. We bought the yucky tasting stuff that you paint on. Occasionally I would get some of it on my own fingers in the process and hours later the accidental taste of it would make me want to gag. Not so for our little thumb junkie. While it didn't taste great to her and there were often pleas for glasses of water, she still persevered and sucked that damn thumb. I can't help but feel that she may have even developed a taste for it!! See, definitely a little weirdo.
Much googling and angst over the cost of future braces later and I stumbled across something called a Dr Thumb. Basically it looks like a cross between a medieval torture device and a Chinese foot binding shoe. After enthusiastically handing over my credit card details and stalking the postman out for a few weeks, it arrived.
I was so excited. This was the answer to all my thumb related prayers. I couldn't wait for her to wake up from her sleep so I could put it on. When I did eventually get it onto her the first thing she managed to do was wriggle her thumb straight out of it. Cue slumped down mummy.
But it does work. After a bit of adjusting anyway. It does any absolutely fantastic job of keeping her from sucking her ONE thumb.
If only I'd thought to buy TWO of them.
Here she is wearing it.
Here is a bit of an Ollie fix for you too.
Ol is completely shattered as we are in the last week of term 2. He is exhausted and emotional and that tired cry he does that sounds a little like a dying seagull has returned. He is actually at home today and fast asleep as I couldn't face another morning of dragging him to get ready and up to school.
The end of this week sees his first sports carnival. He is super excited. I am a little bit nervous that Ollie, the fastest boy in the world in his own eyes, is about to have a bit of a reality check. But such is life. Eve and I will definitely be on he sidelines cheering him on. Especially if he is coming last!!
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