Next up, Potty Training

Wyatt has been a fan of the pacifier(PAS)since he was itty bitty. It was a wonderful relationship. He would cry in the car, I would hand him PAS. He would scream in the middle of the night, I would hand him PAS. He would fight with his brother, I would hand him PAS. And all was well.

He turned 2 and he was still just as addicted to the PAS and I began to wonder how I would break him and when. I began waking up in the middle of the night sweating at the thought of having to get rid of PAS. The lack of sleep that might occur, the constant fussiness and the whining. That is when I came to the conclusion that it would be his WIFE that would break him, not me.

Well, he is now broke. I have no great words of advice, I won't be writing my own how-to book and it ended with little drama. Friday morning, while Cooper was at school, I was working on the computer and Wyatt walked in with one PAS in his mouth and another in his hand. I looked at him with a disgusted face and said "Yuck! you don't need that PAS, those are for babies. Go throw those in the trash." He just looked at me and smiled and I went about my computer typing. After awhile I went into the kitchen and there inside the trash sat two PAS's. I even thought to take a picture to capture the moment that had occurred. I couldn't believe it, but I was going to use the moment and go for it. Right before we left to get Cooper from school he did try to get his beloved PAS from the trash, but I had already gotten rid of it. He just looked and saw they were gone and then turned to follow me to the car, no biggie.

The no PAS day began just as we were heading to see my parents. A two hour car trip plus a weekend in a different bed was just about the worse weekend we could start this no PAS journey. But. . . I couldn't get the PAS out of the trash and say, Just kidding about that yuckiness comment, here suck on this. He did cry 10 minutes in the truck for it, but gave it up when he saw nothing was becoming of his obsessive crying. And boy was I glad I didn't bring a spare because it would've headed straight for his crying mouth;)

The weekend went off great and he only asked for PAS at night. When I told him about babies needing them and how he threw his away his reply was, "Otay!" and that was that.

If I would've known it would go that smoothly I would've taken it away a long time ago. He continues to sleep fine, when he throws a fit I send him to his room and when he fights with his brother he sits in time out. What a big boy he is turning into too!!

Now, if only potty training would go this well!

In other news: I am getting my fresh new wheels today so stick around for the pictures. Husband also got a fancy new alarm so that if any one BREATHES near my car everyone in the apartment complex will know it. We are going to be making fine neighbors I am sure! ALSO. Our house now has a roof and lining for brick(insert dancing Jenny figure). We are meeting the electrician tonight. Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!