July 2011... my sweet little Ali is potty training with a pacifier.
Haha! Alexandria turned two in May and still has a pacifier. I am also a hypocrite in this department.... among others. Elizabeth had one and we took it away at 18 months because she looked ridiculously old to have it. Thomas had one until six months... and then there was sweet little Ali, who doesn't make a peep if she has her "assy." She can say "pink" and she can say "please," but for whatever reason she calls the dumb thing her "assy."
I'm pretty soft when it comes to taking it away obviously, so I created a weaning system where she gets it for naps and bedtime only. (hopefully this will only last another week or two) Anyhow, the first day was a little rough for her to understand and she whined for the darn thing all day. By the end of the day she had figured out the game though. The second day she woke up and I took it from her... but within 45 minutes of rising she said she wanted to go back down for a nap. So I put her back in bed and gave her the darn passy. She laid there nearly 30 minutes and then came out and I put it on the fridge. Throughout the day I think she laid down 3 times just to get her fix. Dan says its like she is a smoker and just has to get a few fixes or drags.
Now it is somewhat comical that she wants to take naps and go to bed so she can have her passy "pulls."
Last night she went to bed easily, but within 15 minutes she was back in the living room with us... she walks out hands me the pacifier with a huge grin and crawls up on Dan's lap. Now she is under the impression she can be up as late as she wants and pretty much do whatever she wants and all she has to do is sacrifice the pacifier to her mother... 2-year-olds are a lot smarter than they sometimes get credit for.
Haha! Alexandria turned two in May and still has a pacifier. I am also a hypocrite in this department.... among others. Elizabeth had one and we took it away at 18 months because she looked ridiculously old to have it. Thomas had one until six months... and then there was sweet little Ali, who doesn't make a peep if she has her "assy." She can say "pink" and she can say "please," but for whatever reason she calls the dumb thing her "assy."I'm pretty soft when it comes to taking it away obviously, so I created a weaning system where she gets it for naps and bedtime only. (hopefully this will only last another week or two) Anyhow, the first day was a little rough for her to understand and she whined for the darn thing all day. By the end of the day she had figured out the game though. The second day she woke up and I took it from her... but within 45 minutes of rising she said she wanted to go back down for a nap. So I put her back in bed and gave her the darn passy. She laid there nearly 30 minutes and then came out and I put it on the fridge. Throughout the day I think she laid down 3 times just to get her fix. Dan says its like she is a smoker and just has to get a few fixes or drags.
Now it is somewhat comical that she wants to take naps and go to bed so she can have her passy "pulls."
Last night she went to bed easily, but within 15 minutes she was back in the living room with us... she walks out hands me the pacifier with a huge grin and crawls up on Dan's lap. Now she is under the impression she can be up as late as she wants and pretty much do whatever she wants and all she has to do is sacrifice the pacifier to her mother... 2-year-olds are a lot smarter than they sometimes get credit for.
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