Bye-bye dootie!

My kids have both loved their nukies, or as Aidan affectionately called them, dooties. :) Giving up Olivia's was a chance thing, and she hardly fussed after 10 min. of crying the first night. I figured that since she was so easy, we'd have hell to pay with taking away Aidan's dootie.

My goal was to be done with dooties before he figured out how to climb out of his crib... We didn't need a double whammy. Two weeks ago, at Ryan's parents, Aidan and Olivia proudly came down the stairs about 20 min. after going to bed. Olivia said, "Mom! He just jumped out!". Well, there goes that plan. Luckily (maybe not for him), we went back upstairs and after I put Aidan back in his pack and play, he promptly climbed back out, fell, and bonked his head. He wasn't at all hurt, but it seemed to cure him of the idea. He hasn't tried it since (knock on wood). I figured time was of the essence, so I set a goal of being done with dooties last night.

Aidan set a goal too: when he was all done with his dooties, he got to get a Nerf "shoot gun". They could be his all time favorite thing ever.

So, yesterday morning, we sang the "Bye-bye dootie" song and threw the last nukie in the garbage. I can't lie, it made me a little sad. I mean, he is my baby after all. When it came time for bedtime last night, I was set. I had prepared myself all day (really all week) for the crying that would ensue. Thankfully, it wasn't even needed! He laid down and we didn't hear a peep out of him! Not even one little cry. :) Sweet boy! He did wake up during the night and cry for just a few minutes, but that was it.

Now he's napping today, and again, without any tears. He's growing up...