Good-Bye, Pacifier.
Last Monday, I finally took the step I had intended to take months ago: I took Ethan's pacifier away. We had already attempted the "keep-the-pacifier-in-the-bed" approach and failed, mostly because life was so much easier (and more peaceful) if we happened to have the thing with us should the need for it arise. Having given up on successfully weaning him of the pacifier by age two, Sean and I just decided to go with it, keep it from him unless absolutely necessary, and continue to discuss with him how pacifiers are for babies, and he is getting to be such a big boy. Basically, Ethan could have cared less if he was big or not, and kept a strong attachment to his beloved "pass", which also happens to be the newborn pacifier you're often given in the hospital the day your sweet baby is born. Yep. My two-and-a-half-year-old was still sucking on a 0-3 months Soothie. So, as I've mentioned, last Monday was the big day. I stashed his pacifier on the top shel...