This is Baby...according to Watson.
This is broken baby...according to Mom.
It was time, I could feel it in my bones. He was 20 months old in a couple of days, we've had sleepless nights and lots of searching and picking up from the floor. I think he knew it was time. He didn't really suck on it anyway, just chew, throw, and play with it.
So far, so good. No screaming, or tantrums, or wailing at night. He still has it, tries to hold it in his mouth, but doesn't require it like I thought he would. I know this transition marks one end of the "baby" era for my sweet B. A single tear has been shed.
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