Ah, the life of a teacher. There's nothing like having the week off between Christmas and the New Year. I'm loving every second of every day...wait...
What's that?
Is that the sound of Karen doing something completely absurd on her time off?
Why, I think it is...
I think it's the sound a screaming child asking over and over again where his "guk" (this is what B calls his nuk) is!
You might be asking yourself why I've decided to take on this challenge. Mainly, it's because I'm sick of people giving me flack about my child relying on a pacifier to fall asleep at night or in the car or maybe it's the sideways glances I'm sick of getting when I give my child a pacifier after he's fell down and crying.
As a mother, we get tend to get judged by all sorts of people when we're making our parenting decisions. For some reason, the pacifier is one that people tend to be the most outspoken about.
"His teeth won't grow in right."
His teeth are just fine, mind you.
"He'll develop an oral fixation."
I'll fix that with lollipops and then we'll see how bad his teeth get.
"Do you want him to be 4 walking around with that thing?"
No, but better that than a nipple.
Oops, there I go judging...
Anyway, I suppose it is an appropriate time to take the darn thing away. With our new little one on the way I'd like to get rid of it and make it clear to him that only babies have nuks and that he's a big boy and no longer is in need of one.
We were down to only one nuk anyway and it was pretty banged up. Yesterday he actually poked a hole in the tip with his thumb. He was no longer about to really suck on it so it just kept falling out of his mouth. This morning I looked at him and said, "Braydon this thing is gross. You should just throw it in the trash."
And that's what he did.
Just like that, he walked over to the trash can, and threw it away.
SUCCESS!
For about an hour.
He started to ask for it and I had to remind him that he threw it away in the trash and that he was a big boy now.
Mind you, I began to panic and went to Kmart to pick up a spare just in case I (I mean he) couldn't handle the torment.
He asked for it a few more times, but I just kept reminding him about the trash. He attempted to get it out of the trash, but thankfully it must have fallen to the bottom and there was no way to retrieve it.
I was worried for naptime, but decided that we could do it without the nuk and put him down. He preceeded to cry for about 10 minutes and fell right to sleep! YAY!
When he woke up, he asked where Dada was, and then asked where "guk" was and I said to him, "You know where it is." He responded with "trash" and acted like he was throwing it away again.
Again, YAY!
Tonight he kept asking for it over and over and explained to him over and over that he threw it in the trash, he's a big boy, yadda yadda yadda. You know the drill. When I laid him down tonight in his crib I was sure we would have a battle, but he's up there right now, not making a peep. Let's see how the rest of the night goes...
I would have to say that Day = SUCCESS! :) Wish us luck!