Samuel decided to throw away his pacifiers this morning. He threw them all in the trash can and I said passionately all day that I would not dig them out, would not buy new ones, would not give him another pacifier.
Nap didn't happen. Cried for almost an hour and a half. I thought that for sure bed time would be easy--he'd be SO tired.
Bed time. Fast forward two hours. Sam's still up, bouncing in his spring-footed bed, having a grand time with his books and his imagination.
Sometime during the day I was informed that said pacifiers never actually made it to the big trash can in the garage. They were ready to be cleaned and distributed.
Call me Betty. Call me Wilma. I'm a cavewoman. I totally caved.
And he's sleeping so well now...