So last night marked the official beginning to what we hope is the end of life as we know it. The end of a life littered with tiny rubber pacifiers under foot, in our bed, stuffed in shoes, hidden behind couch cushions. Now, I have been consulting anyone and any book that might give me some pointers on how to wean my tiny charge from his rubber addiction and after listening and reading everything I could find the final verdict was what my sister so lovingly called the Barbarian solution. We cut the tips of all the pacifiers off so that they are still there they just don’t seem as appealing.

Admittedly, we were not brave enough to chop them all….we left one sacred in-case-of-emergency pacifier intact and actually gave it to him at bedtime last night.

The reaction thus far (between throwing himself on the floor and sobbing) has been fairly good. We explained that this is how they make them now and that we know it might be kind of weird. By the end of the night he was picking them up checking for the hole in the tip and throwing them down when he found it with a look of disgust.

Oh well, we might be barbarians but another suggestion was soaking them in vinegar….you be the judge.