Saying adios to the pacifier

by Erin L. on August 6, 2013

I hate deciphering the weather. You look outside. It’s a bit cloudy and you think it’s going to be no big deal, then all of a sudden – BOOM, CRASH – there’s a torrential downpour, constant lightening and thunder so loud you know you won’t see the cats for days.

Then other times, you stare at the ominous sky, waiting for the clouds to open and the fireworks to start but they don’t.

We’re about to embark on a journey here at the Lane household. And I’m not quite sure if it’s going to result in a catostrophic Category 5 hurricane or if it’s just going to be a light drizzle.

It’s time to say good-bye to the pacifier!

Getting rid of the pacifier

I’m probably making a bigger deal out of this than it is.  I hope I am.  I pray I am.

Miss. E LOVES this thing.  It’s like her best friend and we’re about to box it off and send it to the babies who need it.  We talk about it,  about how she’s a big girl and big girls don’t need pacis but babies do.  But she’s two.  I have no concept of what she really understands.

With my son it was easy.  A cold at nine months killed his love of having it around except in the crib.  By 18 months, he could really care less and after a road trip, they were gone.  I don’t remember his noticing in the slightest.

This isn’t going to be like that.

Up until March and her second birthday, her paci was a constant companion except at for six hours a week at preschool.  I take total responsibility for that and looking back wish I had reigned that in a little earlier. Hindsight is always 20/20 and it is what it is.

Now she only gets it in her crib.  Well, she’s supposed to only get it in her crib.  Sometimes I find her curled up on the couch, paci in her mouth.  She looks up at me, a tad guilty, as she’s gone into her room and stealthily confiscated the goods.  She smiles when I tell her to put it back in her room and shakes her head.  It’s a battle every. single. time.

Pretty soon we’ll bring down her big girl bed, say good-bye to the crib and even start potty training.  We need to get rid of her paci first.  One step at a time.

My plan is to mark down the days for one week and then have a bye-bye paci party.  We’ll pack it up in a box and mail it to a baby who needs it.  Then we’ll head to the mall and maybe hit up Build A Bear and find something to fill the void.  I’ll probably need to pick up some wine on the way home in anticipation of a potentially rough bedtime.

Maybe not.

Maybe she’ll be ok.

Maybe this is more about me.


Have you been here?  How did you get rid of the pacifiers in your house?

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