Luke is a pacifier baby (as was Kenny). I know some people don’t like pacifiers but they’ve never really bothered me (except when you’re getting up for the 273rd time during the middle of the night when they’re a newborn to put it back in their mouth b/c they can’t yet do it for themselves). We’ve just always slowly taken them away over time. Right now, for example, Luke can only have one at church and when he sleeps. But, he has a deadline that is coming up. His 2nd birthday will be the very last day that he gets to use a pacifier.
We did the same thing with Kenny. Before Kenny turned 2, his cousin Noah was born. It was perfect. We told him that baby Noah needed the pacifiers. The day after Kenny’s birthday I found a little box and Kenny dutifully stacked all of his pacifiers in it. We then mailed them (aka pretended to put them outside for the mailman but they really just ended up in the trash) to Colorado. That was it. Kenny never asked for another one or acted like it bothered him that they were gone. Don’t get me wrong, a stray one would randomly pop up from who knows where (I swear he had a hidden stash) and we would find Kenny happily sucking away on it but we would just take it away and Kenny moved on.
Luke turns 2 on April 27. I’m going to start talking to him about Steve’s baby girl or maybe Liz’s. Hopefully “sending” his pacifiers to them will work like it did for Kenny.
Until then Luke, enjoy them while they last. The countdown has begun.