Drumroll Please....
WE ARE ONE WEEK PACI FREE! Where is our prize? Seriously, I think Grady and I deserve a grand congratulations here. I mean, my sister is becoming a physical therapist, my cousin is taking the bar exam in two states this week, my brother in law worked on the Mars Rovers... BUT I SURVIVED TAKING THE PACI AWAY FROM A TEETHING TODDLER - AND HE STILL LOVES ME (I think).
I get it. It is not even in the same realm of spectacular, but for me and my sweet, addicted baby boy, it is huge. I decided to take this one for the team. I gave up a whole week of summer vacation and personal sanity so that my husband wouldn't have to deal with my rants about the paci once I go back to work. Some of you might be wondering why in the world this is such a big deal? Why the deadline? Well, we are thinking about enrolling him in a preschool once he turns 18 months, and he has to be free of the pacifier by then. So, there you have it. One day at a time.
For now we are celebrating - and Grady got a Happy Meal (I know... that is the worst reward ever - Mom of the year, right here people).
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