So, what was I doing about five minutes before I sat down to write this post? I was on my hands and knees, in my daughters bedroom, trying to locate her “diddy” or as everyone else knows it, dummy.
Yes, yes, I know not everyone is a fan of the dummy, or soother, or whatever you want to call it. For us, it was something we decided to do as it was right for us. Yes, it is a bit annoying now and yes, I can’t wait to burn them all and laugh manically when the day comes I can prise them away from her. At the moment, she likes to have them as she goes to sleep.
Except today when I couldn't find the damn thing