One Down, One to Go

This morning, the "dirty paci" died. You know, the dirty paci. The one that Padyn rubbed on her nose and cheek. It never went into her mouth. Maybe that's why she called it the dirty paci. Or maybe it got it's name due to the excessive amount of lint it collected on its latex nipple.

Apparently the nipple broke. Daddy had Padyn throw it in the trash.

Now there's only one more. It's the one that she actually sucks on. The one she's had from birth. Everyday I remind her that when she sleeps without it we can go buy this. She picked it out last week at Toys R Us. She calls it the Dora Cara.

We'll see if and when she actually gets it. Every morning she asks for it and I ask her if she's ready to sleep without her pacis. Her reply is usually an enthusiastic yes, but when it comes to sleepy time, she isn't willing to part with them yet.

To be continued...