Sylvie voluntarily threw away her paci on Sunday. I gave her the option and in it went. I explained that it was forever (a pretty vague concept for a two-year-old) but it still went in the trash. We've had two good nights and two terrible naps. I'm hoping that by day three we'll have it licked. She doesn't ask for the paci much, but is so restless and can't settle down. I have her a magic blanket but it doesn't seem to work. I think by next week this will all be a dull memory for all of us (I hope and pray and hope and pray and hope and pray). To be honest, I wasn't ready to give up the paci. She's had it since the day she was born. I feel like we tossed a part of her body in the trash. I cried like there was no tomorrow. The question is...will I boo-hoo at every grown-up decision she makes? I think yes.
This is what I get for being married to a dentist. How many times can you hear, "The guideline is to get rid of the paci by age two" and not want to punch your husband in the face? The guideline, my friend, doesn't have a sweet face and a shrill cry. Needless to say, I'm in a funk that I hope lifts in the next day or so. Or at least by the time my baby leaves for college.
God Bless,
Eyeore
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