Binky rejection and large family intricacies

I bought Stellan a new package of pacifiers today. He’s been using the same ones for many months, and they are wearing out. He. Won’t. Take. Them! He got angry, threw it on the floor, and wailed. And wailed. I waited until after supper. Gave it to him again. Nope. Bedtime. Gave him the old one. He won’t take that either! It would seem, for the bargain price of $5.18, he’s weaned from the binky in a fit of rage. Good… And yet. That was my lifeline to cheering him up!

He’s also getting a molar. He’ll be one a week from today. Craziness.

A Facebook group of large families had a list of “You know you have a big family when…” going. My favorites, oh so true, are…

When you wash three loads of laundry. Every day.

When you pass clothes down from one sibling to the next without the need for storage.

When you buy three of the family size to feed your family once.

When you get handed the leftovers from parties, potlucks, and gatherings.

When you count heads. Constantly.

When people count, out loud, while you walk past.

When you spend $200 at the grocery store. Every week. The lady at the cash register asks if you’re having a party. You know, a party that requires six gallons of milk and thirty pounds of potatoes.

When you drive a big enough vehicle all the kids want to see inside. Because clearly giant vans are fabulous and extravagant.

And my personal favorite, because oh my word, it’s so true: when you go through 4+ names before you get the right one when trying to address your child. The more frazzled I am, the more tries it takes!

And with that, I’m going to go to bed and curl around my box of Kleenex. Someone shared their germs. I fought it off bravely long enough for everyone to feel better. Now they have energy and I don’t!