Pacy-Less

Well. Just tonight, I cut the pacy down some more. It's not quite a nub but it was getting shorter and shorter. The Littlest doesn't seem to care about that part anymore, he obviously does not put it in his mouth, that's impossible. Ever since I cut it, (I'm sure you all remember this) he only holds it in his tiny little hands, like a comfort.

He just got jammified and he was asking me about Harold the Helicopter and I decided we had a couple minutes, we could try to find the Helicopter (part of the Thomas the Train group). Off we went, and I remember seeing his pacy in his fist as he ran down the hall. At least I think I remember that. That is the last I saw it. It seems to have gotten lost (really!) and we cannot find that thing anywhere. Good grief, I have torn apart the small toy basket in the play room, in the Oldest's room and looked high and low.

.....Finishing this from last night. The night was ok but lots of up and down. Lots of, "do you know where the pacy is?" and "I want my pacy". Phew. ---Found it in his toybox tonight after his bath. If that was a taste of truly losing it, I want no part of it. Why can't I just be done? I suppose because he's only two. I feel I've devastated him enough. It'll happen when it happens. When we are "pacy-less", then we'll be pacy-less.

The end.