Friday, February 18, 2005
Dear Inventor of the Pacifier, aka Nook, aka Soothie, aka Binkie:
God bless you.
You have saved my life, over and over again. With your magical design to induce calming effect, you have improved my quality of life exponentially.
"Let your baby cry; it's good exercise," people tell me. To hell with them. You have given me sleep. Rest. Relaxation. Peace of mind.
But your benefits go beyond my little world. Now Nolan can sleep. His need for non-nutritive sucking is fulfilled. His risk of overeating is appeased. Jessica and I won't have to worry about thumb-sucking. He is less stressed. His risk of SIDS may be reduced. All because of your fantastic little invention.
Someone should give you an award.
You have saved my life, over and over again. With your magical design to induce calming effect, you have improved my quality of life exponentially.
"Let your baby cry; it's good exercise," people tell me. To hell with them. You have given me sleep. Rest. Relaxation. Peace of mind.
But your benefits go beyond my little world. Now Nolan can sleep. His need for non-nutritive sucking is fulfilled. His risk of overeating is appeased. Jessica and I won't have to worry about thumb-sucking. He is less stressed. His risk of SIDS may be reduced. All because of your fantastic little invention.
Someone should give you an award.
