Then I got all emotional and stuff

Big things people, big things:

Operation Paci Be Gone was a success! Kate has not had a paci since Thursday night.

We are so proud of her. She really amazes me. She didn't make it as hard on us as I thought she would. Thanks Kate!

But at the same time of feeling so proud (and relieved), I just got all emotional and teary-eyed uploading this next picture, because I realize it's the last one like this she'll ever take:

Dec. 2009

I'm blaming the fact that actually shed a tear or two while typing this post completely on my pregnancy hormones.

I blame a lot of things on my hormones lately.

Like the dream I had last night where Zac Efron noticed that I needed to shave my legs as we were leaving church.

Have I ever even thought twice about Zac Efron? Absolutely not. I prefer a manly man (and one that looks like he's old enough to drive), like say....M to the Izz-A?

Does Zac Efron even attend my church? Absolutely not.

Do I really need to shave my legs? Absolutely.

Again, with the hormones.

Operation Paci Be Gone

Edited to include:
I wrote this post Thursday night but didn't publish it because I got distracted by Kate, wailing at the top of her lungs. I thought she was asleep. Apparently not. Anyway, I got super flustered and kinda just wanted to crawl into a hole and suck my thumb.


Well, tonight I got a wild hair and cut a hole in the bottom of one of Kate's pacifiers, hid the others (because I was too scared of the permanence of actually throwing them away), and prayed for the best.

I got so nervous, the story I told her didn't even really make any sense. I let her find the one with the hole in it sitting on the table. Then she put it in her mouth and told me it was broken and that she wanted another one, all the while crying. I told her that the Paci Fairy came and took all of her pacifiers and all that was left is the one with the hole in it. I told her that the Paci Fairy took the rest of the paci's to the new little babies that were being born and since the only one left has a hole in it, we should just throw it away. She didn't find that to be one of my best ideas and decided to try her darndest to make it work. Even though she couldn't quite get the suction she was looking for, she kept it in her mouth. Then she asked if we could leave the fairy some cookies. I quickly agreed and set out two Oreos on a princess-shaped plate. I kept trying to add to my story, trying helplessly to make it make more sense, but since I was doing it all on the fly, everything I said seemed to confuse her (and myself) more. Why would the Paci Fairy be coming back to our house if she supposedly already collected all but one broken paci? I have no idea. But thank goodness she never questioned me.

She just kept chewing on the broken pacifier and every few minutes or so she asked for a new one. After she had her initial good cry, it didn't even really phase her. I think she was just happy to have one left, broken or not. I'm thinking that the closer we get to bedtime the worse it may get. Edited to include: Hmmm, as we see, my thinking on this was right.



I realize it's time for her to give up the paci. It's been a monkey on my back for a while. I'd like to have her paci-free by the time Hamp arrives and I thought now would be a great time to give it a try. She has always been super attached to her paci and if I'm honest with myself, I think she's becoming more attached. Not a good thing. Shouldn't it be the opposite? I just assumed getting older = less attached? Not the case with her. And dadgum it, if I'm honest with myself again, I'd also say it comes down to me just being a bit weak. Ouch.



Here goes nothin'!