This was Mark 1 month ago. A pacifier in the mouth, one backup hanging from his jammies. This is how he liked it. This is how I liked it too. The paci was my friend. It kept Mark quiet, kept him from putting everything into his mouth, and soothed him to sleep. And then one day, he quit it. Cold turkey. It was like he woke up one morning and said, "Wait a second, I don't want to be quiet. I WANT to put everything in my mouth, and I don't want to sleep, so why do I need this silly thing?" Now, when I offer it to him, he immediately grabs it and throws it on the ground. Then, he looks at me and smiles. "Nice try, Mom."
I know, I know. One day I'll be glad that he gave it up on his own. But, couldn't he wait until after I have to travel 13 hours with him on the airplane by myself? Seriously.
Here's to hoping that he gives up nursing that easily!
I know, I know. One day I'll be glad that he gave it up on his own. But, couldn't he wait until after I have to travel 13 hours with him on the airplane by myself? Seriously.
Here's to hoping that he gives up nursing that easily!
"Yeah. Right, Mom." |