I was only half-kidding when I made resolutions for my two year old. What I didn't realize, was that only 47-ish days into the year he would be two-thirds of the way through his goals for the year.
We've been talking about giving up the paci for a long, long time now. He knows that when he gives it up, there's a Thomas the Train backpack in his future. Personally, I am not a fan of things with licensed characters all over them, but our neighbor has the backpack and nothing will do but he has one too. Saturday night I asked him if he was ready to give up his paci and be a big boy. He said okay and handed it over. I'm thoroughly convinced he had no idea what he was signing on for, but I put the paci away and told husband to be strong.
I was fully prepared to give in the event of tears or hysterics, but a few minutes later husband turned off Bub's light and closed his door. Other than a few minutes of whimpering eased by an extra goodnight hug, he was down for the night. He has asked for it a few times, but accepts the you're a big boy now explanation and moves on.
And, he's now the proud owner of a Thomas backpack.
Monday afternoon his new bed was delivered. We spent the morning dissembling and reassembling his furniture in what will be the nursery. He ran back and forth from room to room thoroughly confused and we emphasized what a Big Boy he is now! What a nice brother to give his crib to his sister! We even promised him dinner in a restaurant that night which to him means grilled cheese and apple juice and possibly french fries if the only kids meal alternative to fries is broccoli (Seriously Cheesecake Factory? Broccoli? What kid has EVER ordered that? How about some fruit or even carrots if it must be a veggie?)
Naptime was rough, but naptime has been rough for a while. Since he still eventually falls asleep, takes a decent nap and goes to bed at night without a problem I refuse to consider the possibility that naptime is coming to an end. REFUSE. Don't even mention it. He did eventually fall asleep even after asking for his bed. We are in your bed, buddy. No, I want MY bed. This is YOUR bed, friend.
Bedtime was a snap and we've continued with the nap struggle/easy bedtime routine since then. He's even learning how to help make his bed, if by help you mean saying, Mommy needs to make the bed now as soon as we're up for the day.
Still, I think he likes it.
And, he's growing up too fast.