A small but desirable prize
Last night Ronan threw away his pacifier. It was entirely of his own prompting; right before his bath he dangled the pacifier over the trashcan and looked at us with a nervous smile. Mom and I did not know what to do; we asked repeatedly, "Are you sure?" and informed him, "If you throw it away, you will not see it again."
After a minute of standing there and acknowledging our comments, he plopped the pacifier in the trash, jumped in the tub, and said, "I want my present." Mom had told him that when he decided it was time to get rid of the pacifier he would get a gift.
My co-worker called it bribery. I prefer "incentive-based parenting". Either way, it's been 15 hours without the pacifier and Ronan's doing great. In fact, he seems whine less without it. It looks like our little boy is growing up.
Nieve and her new-found soothing aid
Coincidentally, this morning when we awoke, we found Nieve, asleep and happy, with her thumb firmly planted inside of her mouth. Getting rid of her soothing prop is going to be a bit trickier than it was with Ronan.