Bittersweet Victory

Here we are, Sunday night. It looks like we're gonna win.

The only withdrawal symptoms have been trouble falling asleep and waking up extra early. But other than that I think he's surviving.

How did we do it you ask? Well actually it was Silas' idea. I had been telling him all week that in a few days pash was going with his mama back home and it would just be Silas and blanket after that. One time Silas said "ok, pash fly away with his mama." So we decided to go with that.

Friday night we filled up the boy's love tank by taking him to eat pizza and then to an indoor playground and giving him some qt.

When we got home Silas helped Dada put all of his 800 pashes on a big twisty tie. Then Brian snuck away and secretly tied an old pacifier that Silas had never used or seen to the end of a fishing line (This was to be "Mama Pash"). Brian stuck his head out of the upstairs bathroom window and used the fishing pole to lower Mama Pash down and hook the baby pacifiers and make them fly away. It was magical.



It's been a little sad because he does miss his good friend. It pulls at your heart strings when your child looks at you with big heavy tears falling down and a quivering lip saying in a quiet voice "I need pash pweeeeeeze?" and then genuinely cries (and we're not talking the typical 2 year old whine). And then there was the time he told me he needed to talk to Baby Mashon about "Baby Mashon give Silas pink pash."

But other than the occasional moments of mourning and a little difficulty adjusting to falling asleep without it, it hasn't been terrible. I hope it stays that way.