Creatures of Comfort

Give me a rainy day as long as you give me comfortable clothing, a warm coffee shop with a yummy drink to go with it. It would be nice if you provided my book as well as a massage. Austin might not have gotten my looks, but he definitely came out with my attitude.  We are both great morning people, as long as we don't have to do anything and just get to enjoy them. Him, with his blanket and train, me with my coffee and news. We are really good at watching Chris cook us breakfast and clean the kitchen. 

I don't know how my sometimes described "slow" husband is so quick in the morning. It's not as if he does things with lightning speed, but he is very efficient and when that buzzer goes off in the morning, he practically spring boards out of bed and is on with his routine of getting. things. done. Now, truth be told, he does take longer than me to get ready in the morning, but that might be because he actually cares how he looks and smells to the world. My attitude is that if my teeth get brushed at least every 24 hours, I'm good to go. Very seldom does a brush touch my head unless I'm freshly showered, and that only happens every 48 hours. I recently showed up at my sister in laws birthday dinner and a friend told me how happy she was to see me out of PJ's. Ahhh...but I've gotten off topic.

Austin has adopted this lifestyle of mine. Comfort is best. If that means stopping what you are doing to grab a coffee (milk) then so be it. If it means that you feel best with only your socks on, then tear off the other clothes. And if it means that you like to snuggle, grab the blanket and go. Austin has two comfort items now that we have taken the boobs away. His white blanket from Grandma and his pacifier. The first one there are no issues about. If he wants to carry it with him until he is 15 and heading out the door for a date, I might suggest snipping a little off to tuck in his pocket.

The second one, the pacifier, I have always thought we could use for one year. I don't know where that mindset came from. Did I read it somewhere? Did I hear it from another parent? Who knows. We are now at that 1 year mark, and though he likes his pacifier, he doesn't NEED it. He can go to bed without it. If he has it when he wakes up I'll ask, "Austin, can you put your pacifier in your crib?" and he'll rip it out with a big smile and throw it down. But, when he is sad, or uncomfortable, or scared, who am I to tell him he can't have it because he is now ONE! 

I guess my attitude is that he will not always want the pacifier. I want to look into if it will start to cause dental damage and if it will, I'll be the mean mommy and wean him off it, if not, I'm certainly willing to be more relaxed. Austin and I are creatures of comfort, and even if it comes with the price of having fly away hair, hearing your sister's disbelief that you are still wearing that, or having a spit ring around your mouth as bubbles pop out the side of the piece of plastic you love so much, we can look at each other and say, "It's Ok. I get it."