Sunday afternoon we left the last paci at my aunt’s house and we could find a spare in our black hole of vanishing pacis. We came home with a sleepy two year old who took a nap without much protest about the lack of it. I was hopeful that we might be able to rid ourselves of it before the infamous 3 year mark that’s typical in our household.

That night, I had to rock her to sleep, but she slept all night without asking for it. My hope grew.

(This pink paci will surface in a few days and probably blow my plan to pieces. She had this one and another pink one last Friday. They both mysteriously disappeared.)

Monday I had to rock her at nap time and she was very fussy. But I didn’t give in. Even when we found a rogue paci in a drawer.

(Yes, the paci addiction is probably more mine than hers.)

Then today, her nap time got pushed back. She was super, super cranky and, I gave in. I slipped a paci in her mouth to stop the fit and it worked. She went right to sleep. Before I totally blew it, I crept in her room and popped that sucker out of her mouth while she slept and hid it again.

(Warning: Paci withdrawal may make you turn green.)

I’m not promising I won’t have a relapse again.

Those addictions are hard to break.