Quiet Means Trouble with a Capital "T"

This morning as we finished eating breakfast, I was getting Jillian ready for her nap by giving her a bottle. After she was fed, I put her down and when I walked back into the living room, I noticed it was awfully quiet, and when it's quiet, there's usually something wrong.

Sure enough, when I called to Jayna, she was in the kitchen (a big "NO-NO" in our house) by herself and when I asked her what she was doing in the kitchen alone, she showed me her pacifier. It was in 2 pieces. She had found my scissors (time to find a NEW hiding place...again) and cut it in half. It was "broken."

She begged me to fix it, but I kept telling her it was broken and it was time to throw it away. She hung on to it for about an hour, and now, she's without it...walking around and playing dress-up without it. We'll see how things go this weekend without the last of the pacifiers...this one was the last one...and hopefully, she'll learn to adjust without it.

Then, this weekend I'm off to the bookstore to buy a book called "Potty Train in One Day." We'll see how that goes...

Until then...

MommyCurlee