*** Warning: Total Mom Post ***
The Battle of the Pacifier
So if my mom had her way I would have attempted to take away Mason's paci when he turned one. But he slept great with it and the dentist said not to worry till he was 3. People can say Mason was a late talker because of it but I really don't believe that.
So I asked for advice and thought about how we would take it away.
One day, I cut off the tip and said it was broken. Mason took it anyways and popped it into his mouth. He didn't care. So I cut it off almost completely. He just clenched on to it with his teeth. Total fail.
So last weekend we went cold turkey.
First night I armed myself with
earplugs alcohol thinking this would be a night where I wish I didn't have ears.
At bedtime M asked for his 'faw faw'. (i have NO idea why he calls it that, we have always called it a paci - strange child) We said no, we don't have them anymore, they went away. So he yelled 'faw faw!!!". And we said no again. He stopped, looked at me strangely and asked "M & M's?". Already bartering.
Next night, he surprisingly didn't ask for it. So we put him to bed where he laid there and talked for around 2 hours.
We kept hearing him say "go away". "go away". (go away and sit down are his very favorite things to say right now). After a few times he started saying "Brobee! Go away!" "Brobee!!! Go! Away!"
(Brobee is a character from Yo Gabba Gabba.) We had just got M a stuffed version of him for Christmas. He usually sleeps in crib with him, Murray, Cookie Monster, Elmo, and Grover from Sesame Street.
Now we have Brobee sleep on his rocker and he tucks him in every night and gives him a kiss. He loves Brobee but apparently he didn't want him in bed with him.
The good? It wasn't hard as I thought it was going to be.
The bad? He stays up and talks seemingly forever. That damn paci was like ambien to him. And poor Brobee is banished from the comfortable bed.
Next? Potty training. Lord help me.