a woose of a mom. I have a hard time with disciplining my children (even though I know it is good for them) and hate to hear them cry. I have been trying not to give in and it is killing me (but what doesn't kill you always makes you stronger, right?).
Well, one of the things that I know I have been terrible about is letting my girls have pacies. Even Addy still has one. I knew I was in trouble when she sneaked one into her backpack for Kindergarten. Funny thing is Claudette used to say that as long as she doesn't go to school with it, it is okay. Well, having a passy at almost 3 and 5 1/2 is definitely not okay.
Yesterday after traveling home from the Valley, I could not find a paci for the girls so I thought "now it the best time to take them away." So, take them away I did. After taking an hour to put Bo to bed and rubbing Addy's back for what seemed like forever, they finally fell to sleep.
Tonight when I was putting the kids to bed, Addy didn't even ask for a paci -- YEAH! Mission 1 accomplished. Now Bo is another story. Up and down out of bed. Wanting to ask me a question, wanting a sippy cup, wanting a light in the room... the list goes on and on. Then she finally asked for a paci. I told her that the pacies were gone forever. Of course, she asked "why mommy?" I told her that pacies were for baby's only. She quickly responded, "Mommy, I a baby. I need a paci. I can talk but I a baby. Addy not a baby, Bo's a yittle baby. Can I have a paci, pllllleeeease?" Oh, did this ever break my heart. But guess what? I stuck to my guns. And finally to bed (at 10:30 pm) she went without even crying. Victory #2 (maybe)!