Not that I'm complaining, but I kind of feel like the passing of the pacifier was not acknowledged. One day we were all about the pacifier and the next day it was gone from our life. No more nanny. A big boy going to school and using words like "parents" and telling me that his teacher Ms. Liz "she's so funny." Yes, at 30 months it was way time for that thing to go, but it still made you my baby. Sucking on that thing. It is so who you were. In every picture, there was Milo & his nanny. Looking to it for comfort when you didn't feel good or hurt. But soon you were chewing on it more than sucking it. And it was only showing up at bedtime and naptime. And then it didn't go with you to school. And then not in the car. And soon we were coming up with excuses for it not to go bed with you. And then it was just gone. And then it made me think about when we got rid of the bottle (that was more forced, traumatic) and how stubborn you were about refusing milk after that. (Though you know drink it at school and actually had a glass with dinner the other night.) And now that the pacifier is done and the bottle, what's next? Your baby voice? The soft curls? Soon you'll be asking to borrow the car and applying for college. Sigh.
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