Bye bye Pacifier!

Cloosty has survived three weeks without his pacy.. pacie... passy... oh however you spell that!

Hooray!

He had a really rough time for a few days, crying out "Where's my pacy?!" and "I want my pacy!" He accused us of having it in our pockets, of it being behind his ear (ya know, the magic trick... "Where is that pacy? It's behind your ear!") and in his room. But alas, it was nowhere to be found.

In addition, he has been sneaking into our room in the middle of the night to sleep with us. Guess he's been waking up and can't find that comfort the pacy gave him and needs us. However, last night he slept in his bed all night! Hoping this is the norm now - he's as rough of a sleeper as his sister... kicking and pushing, etc.

And along with the absence of the pacy, so went the woobie. He carried one around for about a week, but it lost its attraction without the pacy. I gave him one yesterday because he was so grumpy and sleepy, but he put it down and forgot about it.

I felt so bad for him in the first few days. Just give my baby his pacy - he's so sad and lonely. :( Made me want to cry. But I was strong.. and Pete wouldn't let me cave in.

I'm proud of you, Cloosty. You've been a real trooper about the whole thing. And you're going to be just fine. I love you!