So last Saturday (January 29) was D-day, get rid of the pacifier day. We talked a lot about our romantic method of separating girl from pacifier before the day. We were going to let it go with balloons. We spent all day getting said little girl very tired--we went swimming at the Y, out to lunch, to Sams, and to BiLo. We came home from BiLo with three lovely helium balloons. We readied a prepared, celebratory cake and then attached the pacifier to the balloons and went outside to do the deed.
Bethany seemed remarkably unaffected by the whole affair.
She released the balloons with very little emotion.
And we all oohed and ahed as they floated away...
And immediately got stuck in a tree!
What a way to end a moment! Nate had to pop the balloons with a little fancy gun-work, but the pacifier will hang there as long as the tree shall live.
We went inside for the cake and celebrated Bethany being such a big girl. The first two nights Bethany did great! Then a certain boy found an old infant paci hidden in a drawer and gave it to her. The momma had to take it away and that caused a lot more consternation than the original balloon ordeal! The next two nights were a little harder, but I'm happy to announce that everyone (to my knowledge) slept well last night.
Oh, and by the way, when Bethany tells the story, she usually says something like, "Balloons popped and I'm a big girl and daddy had a gun and my pacifier is in the tree for the baby birds." I hope I'm always there to interpret!