Little (non)sucker

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I have never known a baby who doesn't know how to suck. More specifically, how to suck a binky. Until now.

Baby Mac doesn't know how to suck a pacifier, how to keep a pacifier in his mouth. It's not for lack of wanting to suck as he's constantly looking for something to pacify himself, constantly seeming like the only thing that would soothe him is the magical plug that worked so well on his brother. 

And it's definitely not for lack of trying on Megan and Preston's part; they have clearly offered more than a few styles of binky to their baby:

Being the all-knowing mother and grandmother I've convinced myself I am, I figured that Megan and Preston were just suckers for the newfangled fancy binkies and all Baby Mac needed were the old kind, the real kind.

So yesterday I bought him a pack of the old-time bulbous pacifiers. The ones my girls grew up on, the ones they loved, the ones that required no training on how to keep the darn things in their mouths.

See the white and blue old-timey pacifier to the far right in the photo above? That's Gramma's addition to the binky collection. Gramma's addition that was rebuffed, just like all those newfangled ones Mommy and Daddy had tried before.

Seems Gramma's a sucker, too, right along with Mommy and Daddy.

Baby Mac, on the other hand, clearly is not.

Today's fill-in-the-blank:

I'm a sucker when it comes to ______________.

Hug-ease for boys

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Hugging our favorite boys is one of the highlights for PawDad, Aunt B, Aunt Andie and myself each time we have the pleasure of seeing Bubby and Baby Mac.

When they visited last month, the hugging went far beyond just our little clan, though, as the boys were blessed with abundant squeezes from extended family and more.

Bubby and Baby Mac appreciated—or, in some cases, at least endured out of obligation—the hugs from each and every hugger. It was pretty darn clear, though, that Great Aunt Debbie was their favorite hugger of all, the one with whom they were most at ease:

While I don't like to play favorites in any way, I must agree with their assessment: My sister Debbie is indeed one of the very best huggers around.

Today's question:

If you could hug only one person today, who is most in need of your hug?

The other half of my story

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The infrequent visitor to Grandma's Briefs might get the impression I have only one grandson because a large number of my posts are about Bubby, my first grandson. That impression would be incorrect, though, and only half my grandma story. I do indeed have two grandsons.

I write about my first grandson far more than I write about my second grandson because my second, Baby Mac, doesn't do a whole lot yet except look cute. But he is pretty darn good at that one thing he does:

Okay, I suppose I should stop being a big, fat, lying grandma and tell the truth here. Baby Mac really does do more than just that one thing he does so well. He also keeps Megan awake most of the night. He poops up a storm. He loves and adores his big brother. And he continues to be a world-class storyteller at the age of four months:

That little storyteller is the other half of my grandma story—which makes for one pretty awesome whole.

Today's question:

Who is one of your favorite storytellers—be it a friend, family member, writer, speaker, etc?