Ohhhh paci... Or as Ellie says, Pappie. What a history we have had with that thing. The night she was born she was a bit fussy, and you know, as new parents, even that little tiny newborn cry can make you tense after a while. Our nurse told me to just give her a paci. This stressed me out, because, back then, I read too many books and stressed out about too many little things (my how times have changed this go round...) Ever since then, Ellie was in love.
Around a year or so, I thought we were doing good because she was down to using the thing only to sleep and ride in the car. Until she started walking. Then she would just go get it out of her bed. Then I got pregnant and the battle was over. Paci made a full-fledged come back. I gave up. I didn't have the energy or desire to fight the battle. So, I said at 2, we'll just be done with it.
I know a lot of kids love them, but Ellie would have that thing going in her mouth all. the. time.
She even came home from Drew and Kelly's wedding with a paci I'd never seen before. At some point during all the craziness, she hijacked it from one of Drew's nieces... There was another time she was at the mall with my parents and all of a sudden there was no paci in sight. This was an emergency. They had to find that thing. So, my dad took Ellie and back-tracked their route. He said they were going down the escalator and she was screaming "Pappie, are you???" My mom could hear them 2 floors up. My dad felt so bad for her. Her prized possession, gone. Well, my mom looked down and it was there by her foot :) Crisis prevented.
Then there was the day that my mom and Kelly took Ellie to the dog park to give me a chance to rest. She came home and the first words out of her mouth were "Mar mar paci". Mar Mar is what she calls Kelly and Drew's dog. I asked my mom what she was talking about. She said, "Well, Kelly told me not to tell you, but Ellie was running around the dog park, and this little dog that looked like Marley somehow got it and was running around with it in her mouth like a baby." Lovely. They assured me they cleaned it and sterilized it super well...
So, we began telling her that when she turned 2, paci was going away. Well, she became obsessed with this. We would be out in public and strangers would talk to her and ask her how old she was. I would say she was almost 2 and she would say. "Pappie way (away)." Or, are you excited about your birthday? "Pappie way." Or even, what do you want for your birthday? "Pappie way." So we felt so bad for the girl that we started telling her about how fun birthdays were, balloons, parties, friends. So, we went ahead and got the whole thing over with.
It had to be on a day Eric would be there because I was dreading it so much. The night before, I almost cried thinking about how Ellie would respond to us taking away her most prized-possession. She had never fallen asleep without it, would instantly go for it when she was frustrated, and always had things in her mouth (or would lick or bite random things) without it. Hmm, lovely. But, I happened to be reading a book that talked about redemptive parenting. The way Christ redeems us by rescuing us from our blindness and sins, like a parent cares for a child who doesn't know what is best for themselves. I know, a little deep to be dealing with a paci, but hey, what can I say? It was a big deal in this house.
So, Saturday morning was the day. She had said she would send it to the babies in the mail. That morning, she woke up so stoic, not saying a word (so unlike her), wanting to be held. I think that she knew it was time. After breakfast, Eric got an envelope and wrote a note to the babies on it. Eric opened it up and Ellie dropped paci out of her mouth into the envelope.
She how sad she seems? They walked it out to the mailbox, and she wouldn't put in the mailbox, but she did raise the flag :)
Oh no, I thought, now the fun begins. So, I ran off to a yoga class and Eric gave her lunch and her first nap without it. When I got home, I took it out of the mailbox and tossed it in the trash (the night before I asked Eric what we should do with it, and he looked at me like I was crazy. "Throw it away." That seemed kind of sad, but once I thought about it, it seemed even grosser and kinda weird to keep it.) But, we survived. She has been really ok without it. She will bring it up rarely, but is fine. Because, now she is a big girl (Or as she says, a lady) and those are for babies, like WoWo. And, nope, she hasn't tried to take his, yet.
Speaking of WIlliam, I realize this is the 2nd post with no sign of him. He slept through Eric's party and the paci ceremony. But, he is doing great. We ended up taking him to the doctor because he seemed to be in a lot of pain. He is now on medicine for acid reflux and it really has helped. He is smiley, a big eater (almost weighs 12 pounds now and is barely 6 weeks old), sleeping about 5-6 hours straight at night, puts up with Ellie holding him, and seems to be a really laid back little boy.
So, now paci is gone, and life has gone on. It's nice to see that sweet little smile more too! (Speaking of, we have our first dentist appointment on Friday.... That should be interesting. I hope no fingers get bitten :)