Happy Wednesday, peeps.
Happy because yesterday was the first day that no one threw up in our household. Happy because 2013 is finally kicking off (I’m not counting the first week because it was full of puke). Happy because I finally sent out Addison’s kids birthday party invitations…about 3 weeks too late. Happy because this tiny little baby in my belly has been kicking me non-stop and although I should probably complain that my bladder has taken more punches than necessary, I’m enjoying feeling her moving around and kicking.
Happy because this weekend I get to take some newborn photos of an adorable new baby boy, spend the weekend with my besties, and then take newborn photos of my brand new sweet niece. Honestly, can things get any better than that?
If you are keeping up with my randomness on Facebook and Twitter, you know that we were planning to take away Peanut’s pacifier this past weekend but since the stomach bug hits us, we thought it would be a very bad idea to do it at the same time. Instead we are waiting until she is eating and drinking again and acting more like herself. So far we’re at about 50% recovered so we’re postponing it a bit longer. Our goal is to break her of the habit by 2 and although there are only a couple of weeks left, I’m pretty confident (seeing as how I’m wicked stubbon).
Since P has never had her pacifier (known as “nunu” around here) during the day – only at nap times, bed times, and in times of dior need (like the stomach bug) so our game plan is to cut it out cold turkey. Just say bye-bye to the “nunu” and take a deep breath that we’ll both be holding for 3 days until our kid is no longer screaming bloody murder for her “nunu.”
You see, I wouldn’t push her to break the habit if things continued as they were – she was always accepting of the rules in the house and that nunus are for bedtime and naptime only. Until about a month ago when she learned to ask for her nunu by name. And ever since then it’s been whining or crying “nunu” practically non-stop. Morning. Afternoon. After nap. Before bed. After dinner. Well, you get the point.
So our happy, calm household turned into a constant battle and whine-fest. For an hour after nap or in the morning she would cry or whine for her nunu so we weren’t able to do a single thing. It’s not what I would call an ideal situation so we talked about it and decided to just break her of the nunu habit altogether.
I’ll keep you peeps posted on the progress once we’re back to our healthy and happy selves.