the removal of the pacifier. it has become a daily struggle in my mind, handing over the ultimate self-soother to a tall, strong, two-and-a-half year old - who looks terribly awkward with it hanging out of her mouth.
yes, it's time to say goodbye to "pappy."
i've done this before. i know it's not a big deal. sunny easily parted from his after one night of sad whimpering, and never looked back.
why does it feel so huge, then? looming on the horizon with tantrums and tears and (knowing my daughter) all-out screaming sessions lying flat on our wood floors.
i think i am just a wimp.
maybe i'll make jon do it while i'm gone next weekend.
(nah. he's even more of a wimp than i am. ;)
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