Feeling like a mean mommy...

This is my first post for my new blog! Tonight I am definitely feeling like a mean mom. We decided that it was time for Danya to give up her pacifier now that she is 2. This was gutwrenching for me, because she loves her pacifer (which she refers to as "that" - long story) so much. She only has it for sleeping, but sometimes, when she thinks no one is watching, she'll go into her room and take a few "drags" off of it during the day. Yes, I think she's addicted.

So, after debating the most humane way to have her give up "that", we decided to cut the end off of it and hope she would decide she didn't like it anymore. When she climbed into be tonight, she picked up her pacifier, looked at it, and then stuck her finger in the new hole in the end. "That broke", she said, with a perplexed look on her face. "Fix it, in sink?", "No, I can't fix it", "Fix it, at store?", "No, it's broke and we can't fix it." UGH! I was sad, Josh was almost ready to go to the store to get her a new one, but we endured. She didn't cry, but I could see the wheels in her head spinning and spinning as she tried to understand this new development. When I said goodnight, she had it in her hand. When I checked in on her a couple of hours later, it was in her mouth! So, the saga of the "broken that" will most likely continue. We hope she grows to dislike it and we can have a throwing away party soon....until then, I'm going to feel like a mean mommy.