Yesterday Brady turned three. He got presents, ate cake, celebrated with dinner and a movie with the family, and ...oh yeah...he gave up all of his boppies (pacifiers). Save all the lecturing. I know, I know. He REALLY should not have had a pacifier this long..but..but ..he is my BABY. My caboose. The absolute last of my offspring. I wanted to keep him a baby for as long as I possibly could. It was poor parenting on my part but chances are pretty good he will need alot of othodontic intervention in the future (judging from his siblings - pacifier users and non pacifier users alike). Boppies make life so much easier! I could literally tell that boy at about 2pm to go in his room and take a nap and as long as he had his boppy - he was all for it. It was so nice. Those days are gone. I know it is best but it was still hard. We wrapped up all the boppies in the house in a present to give to Amanda's new baby, Liam. We told Brady that since he was a big boy now it was time to pass his boppies to a baby that needed one. Don't worry Amanda - we aren't REALLY going to give them to you. It just made the transition easier. Next step-POTTY TRAINING. Wish me luck!
Giving Up Flour and Eating Fried Bread by Ree
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