baubers. That is what little Xander affectionately calls his pacifier. or...callED his pacifier. That's right. Its gone. Has been for almost 9 days now. My mute button is no more. My instant calming potion for the boy has left. What, oh WHAT were we thinking?!?!?!
He's actually doing surprisingly well. Only asking for it about once-ish a day...when we're out at the store mostly...I guess that's when I took FULL advantage of a lovely mute button. Because amongst all the chaos that three kids and our own business can bring, it was nice to still have one that came fully equipped with a mute button. But alas. The opportunity presented itself, and we jumped.
We remembered that when Evie ditched that "fyer" (seriously..each of them have come up with something...Hailey? Oh she called it a pacifier. That's right. The full word. Why? Because that's exactly what it is and it only makes sense to call it by its name, right? And all that coming from a one year old...seriously...). Anyway, the day that Evie
ditched, um...we *took* that lovely fyer away, she decided to show her opposition by giving up naps. Completely. Done and done. They were NO more. No fyer? No nap. (I'm in trouble, aren't I?) So I only assumed that X would follow suit. We gave that a try.........
So, at least he didn't give up naps. Thanks, bubba. I think I would've pulled the hair right out of my head.
And yes. I do fully realize that my son's wearing a necklace. But also take note of the FOOTBALLon his shirt. They cancel each other out. come on. He's got two older sisters. I do rest in knowing that at least when he plays with dolls (all decked out with a flower in his hair, and heels on) that five minutes in, he starts bashing the doll's head against the coffee table. Ahhhh...there it is.