Wednesday, June 1, 2011

My pa-pa...

So, David Scott appears to have an addiction...to his paci, which he has affectionately started calling "my pa-pa." His dependency -- to this degree, anyway -- just happened, like in the last few days. Just so I won't forget (how could I, really?!?), a few funny musings involving the pa-pa:
Scotty and I will frequently pull the paci from DS' mouth, randomly, with no reaction whatsoever. He typically continues on his course, paci-less. Not this weekend. One day, Scotty plucked the paci from David Scott who promptly cried out, "Took my pa-pa!". We nearly died laughing so hard at the reaction we got from the addict.
Last night, like we do every night, we put DS to bed while he was still awake. Normally he might cry out for a few minutes, but most nights he'll go right to sleep. Last night, though, maybe b/c we had been in North LA for an extended weekend, The little man cried. And cried. And cried. And screamed. And finally, after more than 30 minutes of listening to this on and off and the cries getting progressively worse, we heard what he was calling out, "My pa-pa! My pa-pa!" His favorite paci -- the one with the monkey on the end -- had fallen out of his bed and was lying on the floor. The tragedy! We went in there, rescued the pa-pa, and all was well.

You know it's bad when your child gets hysterical when the paci/pa-pa is nowhere to be found. When there's a specific paci and it, and only it, will do, there is a problem. We tried taking away the paci about a month ago. And we were doing well-- went about 3 days without the paci. Then DS got sick. And we caved and gave it back. I've already consulted the Farmer's Almanac for the best day to wean and June 14th is circled as pa-pa day at out house. That is the day we'll begin taking away the paci...for good. Over the following week, we will gradually cut away the tip of DS' bff, pa-pa, and eliminate any lingering need for it. I know I'm making light of it, but we all have dependencies we'd like to get rid of or good habits we'd like to get into. This will be just one of those "changes."

The paci will not be included in future pictures. So for posterity, see pics below

The one that started it all -- tiger/cat paci - Christmas 2009 - 5 weeks old...



About 3 months old...snoozing...



Halloween 2010...11 mos old...


Happy with paci nearby...14-ish months...


Early morning paci...


At 17 mos...taking a break for a drink...and sitting in a cabinet...



Bye, bye paci.

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2 comments:

  1. I guess you can blame me & Sue-Sue since we are the ones that bought the lion paci in the hospital when he was born!

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  2. Amelia is like that with her blankey/lovey. She'll throw it out of the crib and scream bloody murder until we go in and give it back to her. She won't go to sleep without it. We've created little monsters.

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