It's the little things

My little man is growing up way too fast for my liking! He's turning into a little boy right before my eyes. I do a lot of, "wishing" he would grow out of this and that stage, or "can't wait" until he can do this or that.  I need to bite my tongue! While it makes my life easier as he gets a little older, I can't help but feel a little sad.

Just last week he used his paci for the last time. I had no intentions of taking it away this soon, but he decided to start shoving the whole thing in his mouth. Thanks to my Dad, I have a huge anxiety about choking. While he probably wouldn't have been able to swallow the whole thing, I was way too nervous to let it continue. So...the paci met it's demise. I had a tougher time giving it up than he did. He didn't even care, and doesn't seem to miss it. Well I do! I miss seeing him walking around the house dragging his blankie behind him, with his paci firmly planted in his mouth. I miss checking on him at night, when he's sound asleep, sucking away on his paci. I miss hearing the sound of the paci's flying out of his crib and hitting the floor (his clever ploy to get us back there). I miss him trying to share his paci with me. I miss finding paci's in my refrigerator, shoes, hamper, and my pockets. I can't bring myself to throw them all out. So for now, they will have a home in my kitchen drawer until I'm ready to let go.  

I know it may sound ridiculous to some, but to me it's just another sign that he is in fact growing up and out of things. I guess it's like they say, "It's the little things."

My last time with Paci