Connery has slept without his pacifier for about a week now! Woo-hoo! The first night was a struggle but it had to be done, because Sandy couldn't find a pacifier anywhere. The next few nights were almost by accident, as we just noticed that he fell asleep before he remembered to ask for it. Now when he asks, we tell him he doesn't need it, and he moves on. Our baby is growing up...and I can't help but be a little sad about it.
He's also trying to go potty. Well, he sits on it. And he tells us he needs to go, but always after the fact. It's the beginning of the end of diapers! That, I'm not as sad about.
Here's some new Connery-speak:
Thahwwy.--Sorry. But it's sometimes just Thah, Mommy, Thahwwy.
Bote it, no!--Let me think about it, no! (A silly thing we all do.)
and my new favorite...
Dang--Again, as in when we scare him and he laughs and says, "Dang, Mommy, Dang!"