Remember my fit that prompted another attempt to lose the paci?
After 3 1/2 years, I think we are finally there. Ok, I’m a little afraid to be too optimistic here but feel the need to celebrate. Her step down program included “borrowing” Henry’s paci and finally, a toothbrush.
Caroline will probably turn into a nail biter or need some sort of therapy for her oral issues.
When she asks, ‘But what can I put in my mouth?’ I search for a substitute among the detritus in her crib. This includes: a rosary (we are not Catholic), a notebook, 4 baby dolls, a large stuffed tiger, a stuffed bear appropriated from Henry’s birthday party, half a dozen books, 4 blankets, Dora & Diego. There’s got to be something in there to chew & gnaw on, right? Blue Baby’s hat will have to do.
I am SO GLAD to be done with that thing. I dreaded the sound of it crashing down from her crib onto the hard wood floor, knowing I would be summoned any second to retrieve it. The drool (see photo), the stinky morning breath, the grime encrusted in the corners. Yuck.
I’ve told her “You’re a big girl!” enough times that I know what’s next – a big girl bed. Bring it on!0