We survived our first year with the Elf on a Shelf. To be honest, I know my husband and I had more fun than we wouldn’t have thought. And, mo’s importantly, this brought a little holiday magic and cheer to my oldest. Surviving 8.5 months of a pandemic like a champ? I’d give him almost anything he asks for!
This pacifier is going to be my ruin. I can’t, for the life of me figure out how to take it away from my son.
He’s only 1 1/2 but many would say that we should have already taken it away. While some give their kids until 3 or 4, possibly sending them off to preschool with a soothie.
I want to just throw them all in the trash. But they are addicting. Not just for Gabriel, but also for us. They are a quick fix. Any sign of fussing is easily defused by it. What can compete with that?! Nothing!
I tell myself every day that I am strong enough to just go cold turkey. Then I see his frantic searching for it. He knows where it is in his diaper bag. He’s a smart cookie.
Then I picture bedtime. It would be like sleep training all over again. Crying and soothing. Back and forth. But no pacifier to help. I picture an endless night of crying.