twodoebs

Mookie - that's Libby speak for pacifier. It started with Nuk (the brand of choice in Doebtown), then nukkie, but that obviously turned into mookie. Mookie and Libby were the best of friends her first year . . .then in her second year she and mookie were limited to just bedtime, long car rides and other choice strategic uses (out at fancier dinners and church).

On the advice of our doctor we began the "weaning" process one week ago tonight. I put "weaning" in quotes because as the situation unfolded it became apparent we were going with a cold turkey approach. See, I snipped off the tip to make for less suction therefore less satisfying, presuming she'd eventually get over it. Well when she realized it was "broken", she decided to throw it away.

This of course made me think (for the next 8 mintues) that I was an excellent mother and rearing the most well adjusted two year old on the planet. When Libby realized however, that the back up nukkie which used to live on her bedside table and I had strategically tucked away that afternoon, was no longer there she became a normal two year old. She cried incessantly for an hour "Mommmmmmmmmmy, 'nother moooookie". This makes one feel like a terrible person in case you're curious.

Every time Libby went to bed or woke up from sleeping, day or night for the next week she asked about mookie. This morning, she did not. As we lay her down to sleep tonight, she once again mentioned that mookie was "boken". We just said 'yes it is' and that was that.

I suspect in the next couple days we'll stop hearing about Mookie (until her little brother or sister shows up with one and totally rocks her world). Even still, I will miss this little face. It's definitely the end of an era.