Big Boy

This was the scene at our house 1st thing Saturday morning. We have been talking to Brighton for weeks about how it is time for him to give up his "Poos" (Pacifier, long story why they are called that). He has known that he is a big boy and doesn't need them anymore, but there are little babies that do need them, and he needs to give his to them. Ever since Brighton turned 1 year old, he has only been allowed to have one while he is in his bed at nap time or bedtime, so I think the fact that he didn't have access to them 24/7 helped us all out in this situation a little bit. Anyway, a habit is a habit and hard to break regardless. Friday evening we boxed up the poos and took them to the mailbox for the mailman to pick up and take to the babies that need them. Brighton was brave for this part of the event but of course cried at bedtime when he realized that they were really and truly gone. He eventually went to sleep, but he did wake up crying several times. It was hard but we did not give in. The next morning the mailman had left him his own fishing rod at the front door as a reward! He was really excited. Now, at bed time when he asks us for Poo, we remind him that he gave his to the babies and that he got a fishing rod because of it. He has been a little bit sad, but for the most part he has handled it so well, and I am proud of him.