It’s boot camp around here.
After hearing of the difficulty my sister is having in transitioning her 3 year old off the pacifier, I realized it was time.
The longer we wait, the worse it will be.
So yesterday after Chloe’s nap, I snipped the silicone off 3 of her pacifiers and told her that she got upgraded to new, big girl pacis.
Let’s just say she didn’t exactly fall for it.
But it wasn’t a failure, either.
She went down at 6:30, requested her pacifiers, promptly handed the snipped ones back and told me they were broken and kept yelling “broken mama!” as I left her room and walked down the hall.
fell asleep passed out at 8:45 after I went in for the 300th time and soothed her.
Let’s not lie, there was crying involved, there was desperate hugs when I went in to comfort her.
But she did it.
She finally fell asleep.
Without any paci in her mouth.
For the first time in her life on the evening before turning 23 months.
I couldn’t be more proud.
I just can’t put into words how much I love this life I’ve been blessed with.
I can’t help but smile when I think about how awesome life really is.
The sounds of their laughter, Chloe telling us anything and everything…
Chloe singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes…
lots of “huggies” and kisses…
Happy 23 months, love.
You are the best big sister ever!
Even if you take on the task of giving your sister a whole box of cheerios…
It really does just get to be more and more fun the older you get.