However, we were sitting downstairs talking about how big he has gotten and he's such a little boy now. Friday just felt like the day to give it a try. I went upstairs and cut it off. I brought it back down and told him it was broken. He looked at it awhile and kept telling us it was broken. We asked Landon what we should do with it and he willingly said, "throw it away". He walked it over to the trash can and threw it out.
Landon didn't say a peep about it the rest of the night. Then...it was bedtime. We took Landon up and tucked him in, it took him about 5 minutes to realize he was missing something. He kept saying binky broken and binky for babies over and over. Then he started to cry a little asking for it and I told him it was broken. I ran downstairs and got it out of the trash to show him. (Don't worry just took the trash out so it was the only thing in there) I handed it to him and he automatically stopped crying and he laid down holding it. About 10 minutes later I hear, "Mommy!" I went in his room and he said "binky broken" and he handed it to me, laid back down and went to sleep. What an easy transition! All night I laid there wondering when it was going to hit and it never did. This morning we celebrated what a big boy he was, so hopefully the rest of the week's naps and bedtimes go as smoothly.
Patience and one step at a time is my new motto; he'll be ready when he's ready!
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