Saturday night I put Ryan to bed and handed him his pacifier. He handed it back and said "it's cut". I told him that it was broken, and asked if he wanted it. He said no! Before he could reconsider I ran out of his room, and he drifted off to sleep without any crying. The next night I put him to bed and neither of us even mentioned the pacifier, and that worked again last night.
We cut the tip off of his pacifier one month ago. I figured he was going to chew on that stub of plastic for the rest of his life, but then suddenly it seems he just gave up. Well, that's what I thought happened. This morning he woke up and called for me. I went into his room, he greeted me with a smile, and then started panicking and searching his crib yelling "My binky! My binky!". I told him it was gone and switched the subject to Dora the Explorer. He quickly forgot, but I'm not so sure the topic wont come up again.
Essentially, I think, perhaps, possibly, we have finally given up the pacifier. Maybe.
