It would be a fair
statement to say that Jillian's FIRST love was her pacifier...or "
weewee" as she lovingly calls it. (Yes, this does make for some interesting conversation in public when Seth and I have discussed the
weewee!) Anyway, I have been threatening since she turned 2 that I was going to get rid of it...and just haven't gotten the nerve to do it yet. Let me first set up the situation by telling you that as of the day that Jilly turned 1, she was only allowed the
paci in her bed and in the car (the car thing was for me
because J HATES the car...still does!). Then, at 18 months, I took the
paci out of the car, and she only had it in her bed. So, no one really ever saw her with a
paci in her mouth, but still...I just wanted the thing gone. I think having a baby around now just really makes Jillian seem even older than she is...and it might be my BIGGEST pet peeve when I see grown kids with
paci's in their mouths!
Anyway, my hesitation also came from the fact that J also held one
paci in each hand while she slept...kind of like her
lovie. She used to sleep with about 8-10
paci's at one time...and I am not
exaggerating! Well, one by one, they have gotten lost or fallen under the bed, and I have never gone after them. I was just hoping that eventually I would have no choice but to tell her it was gone for good.
So for the last month, I have really been threatening to do it, and Seth kept saying to hold off. I think he was just worried about losing some sleep or
something! So, we were down to 2
paci's as of last week, and I decided to cut the tip off of one of them. After doing so, J did something with that
paci and it hasn't been heard from since. So...down to one. Well, on Monday morning of this week, she wakes up and tells us that she can't find
her paci. I decided that God was giving me a sign that now was the right time. So, I told her that the
paci's are gone and that now she is a Big Girl anyways and doesn't need one.
Then in my hasty thinking, I remember what my
bloggy friend,
Dallas told her little girl Nora...and I stole the idea. I told Jillian that maybe Santa came and took the
paci's away to give to the new little babies that really needed them. Well, she really seems to like this theory because she is doing AMAZING! (Thank You, Thank You, Thank You Dallas!!!!! I owe you!)
So...here we are...4 days and counting and Jillian hasn't even ONCE asked for it! I can't
believe it. She woke up 4 times the first night crying, but went back to sleep within a couple of minutes, and I never even had to go into her room to comfort her. I thought that getting rid of the
paci would be our hardest transition (minus potty training), but I have been SO pleasantly surprised! She has not said anything about the
paci except to keep reminding me that Santa is giving it to new babies and she is a big girl! YEAH JILLY!!!! Also...just to note...she happened to get pink eye and an ear infection on Tuesday, and so she has made the transition while being sick...and is still going strong! I am so proud of her and happy that we just happened to find the perfect time to do away with that dang
paci for good!
Here are just a few pictures to show how Jillian really HEARTS the
paci!
New baby...6 weeks old
8 weeks old

4 months old

11 months old

12 months old

12 months old

15 months old...but sick and laying on the couch

18 months old...showing me her new Big Girl Bed

19 months old
AND NOW PRESENTING, MY BIG GIRL.....

Way to cool for a
paci in her mouth!!!!!!!!
