For one, it's TIME. Actually quite overdue.
Two, it's a 3-day weekend, where we have enough planned to keep Youngest busy, but no sitter after Friday night.
Three, I. Can't. Take. It. Anymore. The night-time replacement, that is. I can go to bed early per My Happiness Project all I want - I'll never feel rested if I'm Chief Paci Replacer every. Stinking. Night.
Four, courtesy of my favorite girl EVER, California Girl, I have a PLAN. And Missy do like PLANS.
So here's the P-L-A-N:
Friday - make the announcement. "Attention, Youngest. Tomorrow's nap is your last time with Beloved Paci. After that, your paci-blankie will henceforth be known as your blankie. Sans paci. I am glad you have loved it as you have. I am thankful it helped us both survive your first year as pleasantly as we did. I appreciate that you only use it when upstairs. However, enjoy today's nap, tonight's bed and tomorrow's nap, sister. Because we're chucking it."
Saturday - the Great Pacifier Elimination. With great fanfare, we will throw them away post-nap. I might be shedding some tears with Youngest, truthfully. That night, family members are coming over for dinner. Keep a little girl from dwelling over the inevitable bedtime.
Saturday PM - sleepover. Oldest in Youngest's room. As Oldest told me, "so I get to be her paci that night, right?" Right.
Sunday - cupcakes for breakfast, because for heaven's sake, the night might suck. Thanks to California Girl, this seems a fitting way to celebrate her first night without it. Plus it's Valentine's Day. Plus we will have them from the night before and why NOT combine frugality with TOGPaW.
Sunday night - Oldest gets to do sleepover again. It's called CYA.
Monday - will it all be over? Good Lord, I hope so!
So give me the goods people - is it going to be the worst weekend EVER? Minor discomfort? Piece of
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