That's pretty much the whole reason my 2 year still used a pacifier up until this week (true confessions). I'm scared of her.... I need my nap break to work and breathe and not wipe tiny butts. I need her asleep all night long so I can drink wine, work, and actually have an adult conversation.
Several months ago we put a moratorium on the pacifier venturing out of the crib (or the house). In extreme situations I let her have it but 98% of the time it stayed in the crib. Except when she used her little hustler ways and appeared in the family room sucking on the thing. So I started clipping pacifiers that made an appearance outside of her room. Between the clipping and pacifier vortex, we were down to one pacifier.
When she took her single pacifier to Grandma and Grandpa's house last weekend I thought about warning her that it was the last one..... I didn't and it didn't come back. Sunday night at bedtime she begged to call Grandma and get her pacifier back. I suddenly grew a backbone and said no. It. Has. Been. A. Long. Week.
Cold turkey.
No naps, save this one (the shop 'til you drop nap, not the most effective nap but a tried and true strategy)....
Naps have become a parade of excuses: I have to pee, I have to poop, I have an owie, I need some water, I not sleeping.
Yesterday she sat in her room talking to herself and when I opened the door she grinned at me and said, "I talking to myself." little hustler. So she got up and did this...
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