The past few weeks my lovely wife Brooke and I have been talking about a strategy to get rid of “The Pacifier”.
Duh duh duh…
Yes, any parent out there knows exactly what I’m talking about. The pacifier is just about the best and worst invention created for a young child. We have a 19 month and recently turned 3 year old. We knew that if we tried to get rid of these things both would need to do it at the same time.
No turning back.
Truth is we have been trying to do this ever since our oldest was 17 months old and our youngest was born. It just didn’t stick. They love their pacifier. It soothes them. I get it. I like a nice cup of java every morning because it does something similar to me. Our girls call the pacifier a “Bobby” anyway. We keep asking “Who is this Bobby?!?!” Can we punch this kid because we hate this thing you so eloquently call ‘Bobby’?” Our oldest girl just picked up the name “Bobby” from a friend of hers. It has stuck. (In the future I sure hope she doesn’t date some guy named Bobby because I’ll immediately dislike him.) Nevertheless, I read here about 150 other variations of names that kids call them. I hate them all and you should too.
As suggested by some friends (I think), we bagged up all of the pacifiers in our house and took them to a toy store. We promised the girls they could exchange their pacifiers for a baby doll of their choice. We tipped off the person at the cash register that we’d do this and when we made the “exchange of goods” the girls had no problem whatsoever. But we knew once nap time would come all hell would break loose. Oh and it did. The house became like “Nam” as portrayed in the movie Apocalypse Now. It’s been pure psychological warfare since with lots of crying. The kids scream out for their beloved “Bobby” and we fight the urge to give in. When faced with stressful situations like this I get a little bit like Clark Griswold and well…lose it. If it weren’t for Brooke’s patience with me (her other man-child husband), I don’t know how else we would get through. Brooke and I have been committed to this so despite the kids’ screaming fits we’ll get through it. Last but not least, we prayed for strength and lots of it. God has delivered.
It has been almost 3 days since “Ditching the Bobby” and all is quiet on the Western Front. We suspect that most of this week they will still ask for it. It’s a lesson in life I suppose.
I pray that our oldest girl doesn’t lose her naps because of these but this is all part of the growing up experince. She’ll get through it as will we.
My advice to other parents out there. You’ll make it through. We all will.