Last Thursday, Soren lost his pacifier (he’s had just one pacifier for a long time). He got up from a nap and it was gone. Ben and I were all, yeah, it’s time to get rid of the pacifier! It was the perfect situation — the paci was gone because it was lost, not because we took it. We told Soren the paci was lost and searched the house together. It’s weird that something can just disappear like that, but it did.
Soren understood the paci was lost but still asked for it when going to sleep. “The paci is all gone,” we’d say. “It’s lost. No more paci.” And he seemed to understand.
Then he’d spend the next six hours jumping up and down in his crib (we’ll change it to a toddler bed soon but are still horrified by the idea) screaming his head off. Okay, I exaggerate slightly. He did okay with going to bed at night, for the most part, especially on Saturday when we had him up kind of late. But nap time was a complete nightmare. He didn’t complain about not having a paci, but he just wouldn’t go to sleep. He usually takes a nap sometime after lunch — starting in the 12s or 1s. On Saturday and Sunday, he was still up bouncing around until after 3:00. We told him that if he didn’t want to sleep that was fine, but it was “quiet time” in his bed with a couple books. He defines “quiet” much more broadly than I do.
If there’s one thing I can tell you about parenting a 2-year-old, it’s that you’re probably going to want a break from him at some point during the day. It’s been a little rough for us lately. Don’t get me wrong — dude is awesome, and I know he’s a relatively easygoing, low-maintenance kid. But for the past few weeks, roughly 80% of our interactions with Soren go something like this: He says “I want [insert thing, food or beverage item, situation, or experience here].” If we say okay and make it happen immediately, all is well. If we say okay but not yet, his response generally focuses on repeating what he wants over and over and over, with increasing urgency and theatrics. If we say no, he reiterates the fact that he wants said thing, food or beverage item, situation, or experience, because obviously we didn’t understand the importance of his request, and then has a tantrum.
After soccer practice on Saturday, this occurred in the car when he wanted more water and I gave him some but it wasn’t enough, so he screamed and cried and asked for “More!!!!!!” even though he hadn’t yet touched the water I gave him. After a good five minutes of listening to Soren yelling for more and crying, Ben and I screamed our fool heads off, as loud as we could, until Soren hid his face behind his arm so we couldn’t tell he was smiling.
Also we are in the throes of potty training. It’s going okay and I’ll tell you more about it soon.
So yesterday after a morning and afternoon of I want I want I want waaaaaaaaaaaah, when we all pretty much hit the breaking point, Ben went to the store and bought a new paci. The paci was bestowed on the child who thusly became quiet and went to sleep. And the funny thing is that (the funny thing obviously not being the fact that our child will go to college with a pacifier) 90% of the time when we check on Soren while he’s sleeping, the pacifier is just sitting there in his crib next to him. He rarely even uses it. You’d think that would make it easy to get rid of the paci, but apparently not.