Owen dropped his passy in the garage on Wednesday night when we got home. I am very OCD about germs and the like. Recently, we had an exterminator treat our garage as well as the entire perimeter of the outside of our house, so I didn't feel safe with him using the passy after he had dropped it. We did not have any backups and it was after 9:00 so I was not going to put them all back in the car to go on a passy shopping trip.
He really missed the passy and kept asking for it all night. I just reminded him that we didn't have it and that I would get him a new one in the morning. I fully intended to do this. I did tell him that maybe he should just not have a passy anymore since he was three and such a big boy. He said, "I'm two, I'm still a baby." LOL
This morning I decided to make him a deal. If he got rid of the passy for good, I would buy him a toy. So, it was either buy a passy or buy a toy. I fully expected him to choose the passy. However, he thought about it and decided the toy was the way to go.
Tonight, I made him tell Daddy what we did today and he got all upset again asking for a passy. He wanted me to go get him a new one. I said I would but that he would have to return the toy. He really didn't think that was fair and a tantrum ensued. He did calm down and go to sleep again tonight without a hitch, so I am thinking that we are finally passy-free.
Is it bad that it didn't bother me that Gavin is in kindergarten, but I want to cry when I think of Owen without a passy? I can't believe my *baby* is growing up. I know I am going to be a mess when Emma Kate decides to give hers up.
One last picture of Owen with his beloved passy.