Pacification -
pac·i·fi·ca·tion
noun1. The act of pacifying or the condition of being pacified; appeasement.
Reese is a proud card-carrying member of the Cult of Pacification. This boy loves him some binkies, our as we say, "he's a bink kind of guy." The world could be crumbling around this child but as long as he has his trusty sidekick, his binky, all is right. While his two sisters have weened themselves off the binky dependence Reese has dug in. As much as Rian tries to break the habit, Reese has resisted and risen in the ranks of the Cult. The next thing you know he will be at the Tom Cruise/John Travolta level of the Cult of Pacification.
Tom gets way to excited about Binkies.
Reese has always loved to have his binky at bedtime, it seems to be his nonalcoholic nightcap. Now he is branching out to other times of the day.
Oh, its 3:34pm I really think a binky would be great right now. What? You're not going to give me a binky. REALLY? Alright, here goes.................meltdown ensues.
His sisters have also created a new way for themselves to have fun, they take his binky and tease him with it, especially CarCar. She will scurry over to him and with a quick strike will snatch it out of his mouth and then proceed to taunt him by shoving it back in his face. Hadley on the other hand has a slightly different approach. I witnessed it first-hand yesterday. She slowly leaned forward and in one motion grabbed the back of his bib and yanked backwards. Reese goes flying backwards and while his is temporarily stunned Hadley grabs the binky and starts to play with it. Then as I am scrambling to get Reese she flashes me a look as if to say, "What, I didn't do anything."
We have also noticed that Reese has begun to hoard binkies in his crib. He generally has two to three within his reach, but one time when I was vacuuming the room I found five behind his crib on the floor. Apparently for safe keeping.
We are continuing to try to ween Reese off the "Bink," but I think I have accepted the fact that it will happen when it happens. Some battles need not be fought.
Reese demonstrating the proper form.
Binky FAIL.
Pwned!
CarCar the Thief.
Hadley: Well I guess it all started the first time when I was 9 months old. I caught my reflection in a spoon while I was eating my [rice] cereal, and I remember thinking "wow, you're ridiculously good looking, maybe you could do that for a career." 
Binky FAIL.
When Rian and I saw the thermometer creep up to the sixties we decided make a break for it. I had recently been hankerin some good BBQ, so I jumped online to try to find a dive BBQ joint in the surrounding area. I have found that when it comes to good BBQ, the worse the place looks that better the food (i.e. The Georgia Pig (scroll through to look at the pics, better yet go eat there)).
