Seems like there has constantly been someone sick in this house for the past several weeks. One finishes coughing, the next pukes. We ought to be out celebrating tomorrow's new year a few places tonight, but are opting to quarantine ourselves.
Tyler has had his share of gunk. He has had the humidifier most nights. Poor guy. Only benefit of the congestion has been the chance to take away his binkie. I have heard many swear by tossing the plastic plug during colds. Unsuccessful otherwise (not committed really) for two YEARS, it was high time. I took it away. He napped. It remained gone at bedtime. He slept. That easy! Sure, he has asked for it. But, "It's GONE." For the most part he's been fine. That's a big deal since he was certainly not one who only wanted it at nap time!
I sat back thankful that that weaning stage was done. Late. But, easily done. With no fuss he sleeps in a big bed with no man-made soothing device! Crooked teeth and public double-takes may just have been avoided...
But, I shouldn't have written it off that quick. As this post's title explains, he obviously has no problem converting. A few days into no binkie, he took closer notice of his thumb-sucking sister. Why not follow her lead? Why not convert to something impossible to take away - the thumb and a filthy blanket combination!
Ugh.
Looks like conquering the thumb is now yet another goal on my long list for 2012...
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