De-passified

The new proud owner of the passie can be seen in the background.

When dude turned oneish, we quarantined the passie to bedtime bliss. He quickly learned that he wasn't allowed out of his crib until he threw the passies, in touchdown fashion, down to the depths of his resting place. Now that he's encroaching on year number three of life, we've decided that even bedtime passies need to be retired. For months we've been talking about this with quivering voices...we've heard nightmare stories about de-passifiying.

I've read articles about methods for accomplishing this major milestone and chose one that we thought might work for the dude. We cut them. Sucking is no longer an option, but the passie still looks like a passie. I handed them to him on Friday and we laughed and laughed about how the passies were "broken." He didn't seem bothered, which was miracle #1.

Then he went to bed. And here, folks, is what transpired.....
He sang "Jesus love me" for 45 minutes and would mix in "passies broken now. give to snuggle puppy! throw in garbage!" Then he slept. Just like that. He slept. And he went to bed that night, singing again and laughing at his passies and slept. Again. He slept. He woke up 20 minutes earlier than normal, but that's cool. We'll take it. He's no longer interested in what used to be a very important bed time fixture and hasn't even asked about their former existence. In fact, when we put him to bed last night, in his prayers he said, "God bless mommy, daddy, wylan, broken passies and all our friends and family. And forgive us for our sins, Amen."

Hallelujah for whoever gave me the idea to chop the passie. Pure genius. Potty training is up next. I don't suspect there will be any "hallelujahs" in mastering that milestone, but another miracle could happen. We'll see.