Today marks day nine of Bug's life without* a
paci.
In the grand scheme of things, I think we've made it over the hump (knock on wood). We've made it through every major event now that might require a
paci (MOPS, church nursery,
restaurant, shots, grocery store...) and only had a few loud moments, and
one major melt down requiring us to leave the grocery store as fast as humanly possible.
I think its much harder for me than her. It solidifies that she's not a baby any more, and it only makes her seem more like a toddler. And it requires that I listen to her a little more intently and watch for those signs of melt-down a little closer, because I don't have the
paci to pop in her mouth when she doesn't get her way, or just plain needs a nap.
It has also made us have more "time outs".
Not
those kind of time outs, like she's in trouble. But she's a very emotional little gal, and needs
plenty of moments to collect herself as she swiftly moves from happy - no, giddy, to
maniac-having-a-melt-down. And when before, the
paci might have helped with the loudness of these moments, now we calmly explain to her why she isn't allowed to have the knife/toothpaste/hot pan/glass of wine, and sit her in her "time out space" to collect herself and calm down. Then we walk away and tell her she's welcome to join us in the other room when she's ready.
Usually, within a few moments she's all better and smiling happily.
But she's
SIXTEEN MONTHS OLD! (And really, this has been going on for about two months. We just took the
paci away and amplified it.) This strong-willed child is smart and crafty, and loud and boisterous, and
not even and year-and-a-half-old, and I'm putting her in
time out!?I believe J and I are both getting the payback our mothers warned us about... and goodness knows what else is in store.
This strong-willed temper is exactly what started the anti-
paci thing to begin with. She insisted -and screamed for nearly an hour- on eating in her high chair with her
paci and
blankie (which she knew was clearly forbidden). I didn't force her into the chair, just told her she had to get rid of the
paci to get into the high chair and eat - just the thought of giving it up, sending her into hysterics.
After about 30 minutes of this, I finally just took it away and put her in the high chair to eat, where she sobbed, and proceeded to turn purple with rage. Of course, the moment her grandparents walked in the house, so J and I could go on a much needed date, she instantly
stopped and was her happy self. *Gah!*
At that moment, I put my foot down, and decided that the
paci was one thing we
could control, and I would not be having a battle of wills over it with a 16 month old.
Phew. What next?
*OK, so technically she is still allowed to have it in the crib (but not until she is actually in the crib), and in her carseat.
We've tried crayons, but they aren't as easy and free flowing as the paint, so they aren't nearly as much fun. Plus, you can't paint your hand with a crayon and make an awesome stamp - which was her favorite part.
Ta-da! What a masterpiece!
