Noah's pacifier was scheduled to meet his demise last weekend. Jenna was going to Kansas City for the weekend and I had been researching various pacifier 'accidents.' I was seriously leaning towards tying it to a couple balloons and letting them go. He loves balloons and then I could shrug and say 'Pacy went bye-bye,' point to the sky, and then he'd happily roll over and go to sleep. Ha! I was never that deluded but it was the plan nonetheless.
Then everything got messed up with Papaw's passing last week. Noah ended up staying in ElDorado for a few days after we left and then was going to Texarkana for a couple of days. The first full day we were gone was Friday and I talked to Mom that afternoon. Noah had lost his 'pass' that morning but wasn't too upset. Later, Holly found it but he was no longer asking for it so she put it away so he wouldn't find it. Then Holly went to Mamaw's to help out and then it was time for nap and Magga didn't know where the pacifier was. I told her this was the weekend 'pass' was going bye-bye. She paused and said, "Well we can try to break him of it, if that's alright." Alright? Alright? Alright! Of course it was alright. I told her if she sent Noah home broken of the 'pass' then she'd officially get "Grandmother of the Year!"
Well she related the plan to Holly and "Operation GMOTY" was born. I knew the hardest moment would be that first nap and Magga had a plan. She took the nap with him :) . That night he cried a little bit but they just told him, "Pass is gone Noah. You're a big boy." He replied "Pass gone, Big boy" through his tears. They claim the next day he never asked for it until that night when "Pass gone, Big boy" was repeated. Then the next day he never asked for it at all. Magga said a few times during the day he'd come up and say "Pass gone" and then "Big boy" but he never cried again for it and he never asked for it.
We were nervous when he went to Texarkana but he did just as good there. He got home Wednesday and he never uttered a word about 'pass.' That is until last night. It was the first night we were pretty close to our regular routine of play, eat dinner, walk the dogs, play, bath, reading, singing, prayer, and then bed. Except when I went to put him over the rail into bed he started to cry and said "Pass Daddy pass" Jenna and I looked at each other with eyes the size of saucers. We said "Pass is gone Noah. You're a big boy." Well either Noah doesn't have the same appreciation for this phrase from Mom and Dad or Magga and Holly are lying because there wasn't a calm repeating of the phrase. He started to cry. I mean cry. But then something weird happened. As soon as my brain wrapped itself around the idea of this being a long night, Noah said "Bed" through his tears. Jenna put him into bed and he curled himself up into a ball, still crying mind you. We covered him and left. The tears were soft sobs at this point but I think he was mourning for 'pass.' The funniest is that he wanted to be left alone while he did it.
I'm home with him today. Kind of a boy's day out before school starts full time. He hasn't said anything about it and I don't think he will. I think last night was his final goodbye to his beloved 'pass.'
Then everything got messed up with Papaw's passing last week. Noah ended up staying in ElDorado for a few days after we left and then was going to Texarkana for a couple of days. The first full day we were gone was Friday and I talked to Mom that afternoon. Noah had lost his 'pass' that morning but wasn't too upset. Later, Holly found it but he was no longer asking for it so she put it away so he wouldn't find it. Then Holly went to Mamaw's to help out and then it was time for nap and Magga didn't know where the pacifier was. I told her this was the weekend 'pass' was going bye-bye. She paused and said, "Well we can try to break him of it, if that's alright." Alright? Alright? Alright! Of course it was alright. I told her if she sent Noah home broken of the 'pass' then she'd officially get "Grandmother of the Year!"
Well she related the plan to Holly and "Operation GMOTY" was born. I knew the hardest moment would be that first nap and Magga had a plan. She took the nap with him :) . That night he cried a little bit but they just told him, "Pass is gone Noah. You're a big boy." He replied "Pass gone, Big boy" through his tears. They claim the next day he never asked for it until that night when "Pass gone, Big boy" was repeated. Then the next day he never asked for it at all. Magga said a few times during the day he'd come up and say "Pass gone" and then "Big boy" but he never cried again for it and he never asked for it.
We were nervous when he went to Texarkana but he did just as good there. He got home Wednesday and he never uttered a word about 'pass.' That is until last night. It was the first night we were pretty close to our regular routine of play, eat dinner, walk the dogs, play, bath, reading, singing, prayer, and then bed. Except when I went to put him over the rail into bed he started to cry and said "Pass Daddy pass" Jenna and I looked at each other with eyes the size of saucers. We said "Pass is gone Noah. You're a big boy." Well either Noah doesn't have the same appreciation for this phrase from Mom and Dad or Magga and Holly are lying because there wasn't a calm repeating of the phrase. He started to cry. I mean cry. But then something weird happened. As soon as my brain wrapped itself around the idea of this being a long night, Noah said "Bed" through his tears. Jenna put him into bed and he curled himself up into a ball, still crying mind you. We covered him and left. The tears were soft sobs at this point but I think he was mourning for 'pass.' The funniest is that he wanted to be left alone while he did it.
I'm home with him today. Kind of a boy's day out before school starts full time. He hasn't said anything about it and I don't think he will. I think last night was his final goodbye to his beloved 'pass.'
