We consider ourselves very fortunate to have kids that go to bed really well. However, the other night was a bit rough for Max.
We are trying to ween Max off his pacifier and I put him into bed without his "sucker" despite him asking so sweetly, "sucker, please! sucker, please!" After I left the room, he bawled. And bawled. Eventually, he got out of bed and laid down at the foot of the door and bawled even louder repeating, "sucker, please!" These three photos to the right show just how sad he was...
Poor guy. Don't worry, dear reader, I have my moments of compassion. Generally, I let my kids cry themselves to sleep. I feel it's good for them to be able to console themselves. They're alright, they're not hurt or in any danger. But this particular evening, Max sounded so sad and the sight of his little hand under the door was so cute, it made my hard heart melt just a little bit. I eventually went in and got him back into bed. And he very quickly fell asleep--without his "sucker".
I'm so proud of Max. He's such a good boy!
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