Bye-Bye BaBa

Prepare yourself. You may not want to read this if you are not a mother. Mothers, proceed...you will understand.

This little guy is no more. Not Noah, the pacifier. If a two year old can have an addiction, my son did.  He and his "BaBa" were connected at the hip mouth. 

Last Saturday, I awoke to a muffled form of my name. And that was it. I had had enough of Noah trying to talk, but being hindered by that nasty thing.  After much coercing, I told Noah to say bye bye to his BaBa. We found a nice gift sack and collected his many pacifiers from around the house. We came to the conclusion that we would "mail" them to his cousin, Ty-Ty. This seemed only fitting since Tyson is a baby and Noah is a big boo-eee (Noah's words, not mine). He was so funny, he was holding the last pacifier and before he could drop it in the bag he had to get a few final sucks in. He finally, reluctantly dropped it in the bag and then gleamed with pride. 

That was it, no more BaBa.

Until he fell over a basketball 10 minutes later. 

"I need Noah's BaBa," is what he began to repeat over and over and over.  Day after day, the requests became fewer, and alas we have gone 2 days without even a single request. I have to admit, I almost gave in a few times. His face seemed so pathetic and you could see the yearning in his face. He would call out for it in his sleep. But we stood our ground, we were finished with that germ infested mouth ornament. For the record...I did wash it. Sometimes I felt as though all I did was wash pacifiers, but I never knew what floors or hands it had touched when I wasn't looking. 

One day last week, I found him in Kayt's room with all of the drawers pulled out and clothes strewn over the floor. She had 2 pacifiers that I had put in her sock drawer a while back in case she ever decided to choose the pacifier over her thumb. I had completely forgotten about them. He was sitting in the corner, viciously sucking away on a pink and purple pacifier. Can you feel the desperation?

Now I can proudly say that Noah has gone over a week without his beloved BaBa!!! Go Noah~

It just seemed fitting for Ty-Ty (or rather mom) to buy Noah a gift to celebrate the arrival at his new stage in life...big-boyhoood.  Does anything seem more appropriate for a big boy than a Potty movie? I think not.

I bought Elmo's Potty Time at Waly-World and it was just the perfect gift. We have now watched this DVD one-gazillion times. 

Thank you Sesame Street for bringing my child the latest in bathroom education.  The first time I watched it, I was a little shocked at all they reveal about using the potty. I had to laugh when the song played to introduced  the vast array of names you can call your urination and feces. I've had never heard many of these words. Of course, of all words Noah would hone in on dookey. Dookey? Come on. That was the one word I was hoping he wouldn't hear. It is so tacky. But he did, and he thinks it is hilarious to say. 

Tonight I took Noah's diaper off so that he could take a bubble bath and he sat down on his potty to 'attempt' to pee pee like Elmo.  After a few seconds, he stood up, encouraged himself with a quick "Yea Noah, almost" and ran down the hallway. Just as I was about to turn the water off, I heard my naked boy yell his new word. DOOKEY! And dookey he had. He had messed in the floor. Not just any mess, diarrhea! May I add that 95% of our house has hardwood floors yet he choose to lay his mark on the tiny bit of carpeted area.  

Of course Brad was not home, Kayt was screaming to be fed, Noah was running from me laughing, and I could see the bubbles reaching the top of the tub. Is that a run-on? I hope so because that chaotic 10 minutes felt like a run-on. 

This makes me curious, does anyone else ever feel as though when the husbands are gone all of the action happens? Maybe it's just in our house. Brad has managed to miss the majority of illnesses, a trip to the ER, many doctor visits, allergic reactions, hyper medication reactions, and now this. How do they do it?

As we leave the pacifier stage behind and enter into our attempts at potty training, I'm sure the Lord will have many great lessons in store for me on how to go with the flow!