Pulling the Plug (Part 2)

You made it! Thank you so much! Welcome to my new digs!

I asked you back here to help with ideas for ditching Ollie’s passy {he is 3 ½ YEARS OLD!!} and you had some awesome tips! Thank you!!
Please note that request was LAST YEAR and we had actually wanted to get rid of it for a year before that. There are a few reasons we haven’t chucked it: 1) we are weaklings, 2) he loves the thing and 3) I love it when he naps and is happy. Need I say more?

Yesterday, in the drizzling yucky rain, Jason and I decided to go get Ollie a big boy bed. Turns out we were able to take it with us and put it on top of our car a-la-redneck-moving-day. Thankfully there was plastic on the beds and another plastic sheet on top of the car, but we looked very Griswolds-go-to-WallyWorld coming down the street {only without the station wagon or dead grandma}.

We made it home and Jason got it together {had to switch from a toddler bed to a full size with one of those transformer crib to big boy bed thing-a-ma-bobs}. We went to dinner with friends and got home a little late. The boys are usually in bed by 8, but with some dawdling and the lateness, it was about 9 when we put Ollie in his big boy bed. Without his passy.

We were watching and listening the monitor intently and then heard him say, “Mommy, where's my blassy?” So, I went in, cut the end of one of his passies off and handed it to him- without explanation. I took 2 steps and heard him say, “Wait a minute! This blassy is Bro-KEEN!” I told him it was the only one he had and he said, “OK”.
After a couple hours of him talking about his “bro-keen blassy” {I went to be before he did!}, he finally went to sleep.
We had the same conversation today at nap time and he went to sleep a little quicker. Ditto for tonight.

So, there you have it, folks. My professional opinion: cut, lie and run. And turn off your monitor.

I had planned this long conversation with him about how he is a big boy and big boys don’t need passies. I had a reward system in mind, maybe a new “big boy” toy. I even thought about stickers, a Build-A-Bear with his passy in the tummy {don’t think he wouldn’t rip that sucker open} or giving them to babies at the hospital.

In the end, I just decided to make up my own way. Am I proud of the lie portion? Maybe a little... wait, no, I’m supposed to say “no”. But if it works, then I think I’ll get over it. And he’ll be happy that his teenage friends aren’t calling him passy boy.

The best part about the new big boy bed is the bedding that was a great gift from GiGi and Big Daddy for Christmas! It’s from the Land of Nod and looks like this: Just add some clutter, a laundry basket full of clean clothes and a big bunch of trains on the floor and you’ve got his room. I would go take a picture, but he is SLEEPING! Halleluiah!
I’m about to do the same myself- I snuck a few extra passies out of his stash, so I should get to sleep quickly...