No more Pacis

We normally get rid of the paci when our kids turn three.  Elaina lucked out and got to keep hers an extra four months because we just never got around to taking her to Walmart to buy a toy with it until August.  Emmett turned 3 earlier this month and I had been dreading taking him to get a toy for his paci. 

Of all our kids, he seemed to be the most attached.  By this point the other 2 knew that pacis were only for sleeping and left them in their beds.  Emmett, not so much,  he would walk around the house all day with his if I didn't stop him.  I finally got where I had him put it on the mantel (or high shelf as he called it) every morning before he ate breakfast.  

He had 2 of them and one had gotten left at mamaw and papaw's house.  Then last weekend he lost the other one.  We looked and looked Saturday night at bed time and couldn't find it.  Some how he managed to fall asleep without it.  Sunday we looked everywhere, still no paci.   Again we had a fairly easy bedtime.  Mamaw and Papaw were here and he was ehausted from a busy day at the zoo.

Monday I looked again for it and still no paci.  I was really worried about bed time, since mamaw and papaw and went home and Trey wasn't going to be back from Magnolia till way after the kids went to bed.  He wasn't as thrilled with the idea of not having his Paci then, but still went on to bed without an issue. 

Tuesday we decided that since the paci was gone it was time to get a toy.  He decided that he wanted to get a water table and we agreed that would be a good idea.  Since he had 2 pacis (and the other 2 kids had gotten 2 toys) we told him that he could get 2 toys.  He was having a hard time with the second one until I reminded him of the bubble leaf blower he had seen a week or so earlier.  So he decided that he wanted that and of course they were out.  So he is still waiting for his 2nd toy. 

After we get back from Walmart Tuesday night and get the kids in bed.  Trey hears Emmett yell "Hey my paci."  He had found it suck between the bed rail and his mattress.  He was not happy at all when we took it away from him, but we just reminded him of his water table that he was going to get to play with in the morning.  He went right on to bed (well went to bed without any more getting up than normal) without his paci.  He has mentioned it a few times but it has not been the dramatic issue that I was fearing. 

We are officially paci free now.  No more pacis or PCs as Emmett called them. Yes he has a sock on his hand in these pictures.  He fell on a picture frame and cut his hand and it needed a band aid.  The kid that put on his own forehead for no reason at all and wore it all day the day before decided that band aids were once again a reason to scream like a mad man.  He threw a fit about the band aid until Trey said here put a sock over your hand.  Then he was happy and kept the sock (and the band aid) on all evening.