A big day, people.
For the most part Cullen is a good kid. We have been very lucky that he has never struggled with transition. He never refused a bottle, easily aceepted his first sippy cup, didn't even question sleeping in a big boy bed after Bennett came along (we skipped the toddler bed and went straight from crib to twin bed). The child decided to potty train, all on his own accord, at 25 months and within a week was completely out of diapers, even at night.
But, we have had one little hold up: the paci. Cullen loves his paci. It's not like a Toddler and Tiaras situation, but he always has it at naptime and bedtime and the few times we have brought up that he should get rid of it, we were met with resistance and tears. We ultimately decided not to pressure him into it and kind of let it go for a while, figuring that when he was ready, he would let it go, as long as it wasn't on the way into Kindergarten.
Then yesterday, after his nap, while still standing on the top of the stairs, he made an announcement:
Mommmmmm-ay! I's a big boy now and I gon't need my paci nany-more. I's give it to baby Ev-lyn RIGHT NOW.
And so he brought the paci downstairs, insisted that we wrap it and write a card
Then promptly walked next door to give 6 week old Baby Evelyn his paci. And that, my friends, was that.
After 2 years and 9 months, we are paci free.