No. I'm not talking about the movie with The Rock. I'm talking about the baby husher...or binky...or passy...or boppo (that's what Taylor calls it). To different women in different stages of motherhood, the "boppo" represents many things. When Taylor was an infant, I ENCOURAGED the pacifier. I wanted her to learn to love it so it would keep her quiet. Now, that stupid boppo and I have a love-hate relationship....I love it because Taylor goes to bed SO easily with her beloved boppo, but I hate because she will ONLY go to bed easily with her boppo.
With Taylor being 20 months old, Jared and I feel that it is high time to ditch the thing. As it is, we've only let her have it at bedtime/naptime. And, sometimes we'll bring it with us to Church so she'll stay quiet during Sacrament meeting. Today, though, I was very careful NOT to bring her boppo to church...and then she stashed it in her diaper bag when I wasn't looking! She is WAY too smart!
But, I digress. So, back around the time she had just turned one, I actually got Taylor totally weaned from the blasted pacifier...we had like a good 2 weeks of her not needing it. But then, she got really sick, and she slept SOOOOOOO good if we gave it to her. I figured, "hey. I weaned her once. I can just wean her again, and it should be even easier the second time around." FALSE. IT is MUCH harder the second time around. I'm not quite sure how to do it..but I WILL be successful...eventually?