We have been talking to Lydia for what seems like years but has only been months about when she'll be ready to trade in her paci for a toy at Target and finally be done with it for good. This system worked really well with EB, and we were confident it would work again.
The first night we were back in town, she announced at Chick-fil-A that she was ready to trade in her paci's. I think Graham heard choirs singing out and trumpets blaring at this announcement. So, we ended up at Target right after dinner where Lydia finally selected the perfect baby ...
... meet baby doll Margaret Clare Bodie.
She was so proud of herself and handed the cashier her paci to "pay for" her new toy. We'd been talking it up so much and were marveling at our good parenting on the way out. In the car, Graham was telling her how proud he was and asked her if she thought it would be hard to go to sleep that night without her ba-ba, to which she responded sincerely,
"I have more ba-ba's at home."
Oh, parenting fail. We just hadn't paid attention to the fact that EB had gotten down to only one since paci for a while before trading her's in and Lydia literally still had 5. Graham held strong in insisted Lydia knew what she had done when she traded it in. There was A LOT of screaming and crying that night for a paci. We both had a nagging feeling that she really thought she was trading in just one paci for one toy -- what a racket that would be!
So, we told her the next day if she wasn't ready she could have one ba-ba but Margaret Clare would have to go in the attic. She dropped Margaret Clare like a hot potato.
Fast forward to 2015, she still LOVES her ba-ba's but has been saying she'll be ready "the next day after tomorrow" -- hopefully that day will actually come.
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