This was my favorite nightgown, and my favorite baby bottle. My favorite Gerber dish was bananas (okay it still is). And I was a thumb sucker.
I remember piggy back rides and sitting on daddy's foot and going for a ride. I even remember crawling around on the hard wood floors, but I think the earliest thing I recall is teething.
Yanking on my gums with my fat little fingers didn't always work. I spent plenty of time gnawing on the edge of the crib in search of comfort.
And about the thumb-sucking, for some reason mommy didn't want me doing that. She had to go and ruin the flavor of my thumb by wiping some cayenne pepper kinda stuff on it. Ya'll that's some nasty
Now this became a ritual. Getting my thumb soaked with yuck before going to bed. One night mom forgot. And you know what I did? I stuck my thumb in the air just waiting for her to put some of that stuff on it (I must have known I needed help).
Unfortunately my oldest and youngest kids inherited the thumb-sucking gene. I didn't think they would ever quit!
Thanks to Amy Coffin at We Tree for coming up with this series.