Those of you that know Ava, know her best friend...her paci. Well, Ava and I were talking the other day and came to a consensus that she would rather throw her paci in the garbage than get in her jammies. I, of course said Okay, wear whatever you would like to bed, see ya paci! So that is how the discussion went.
A few hours later...I heard "I want my paci" at least 100 times before finally falling asleep. Some were in calm, pleading tones, others quite dramatic. When she finally fell asleep I thought we were home free...nope, she woke up a few times through the night saying "my paci, mommy, my paci". But she made it through and now we are on night 4. She still asks for it. I ask her where it is. She says, in the garbage. She then asks for Christian's paci. I figure her memory will last her awhile, but we are passing the initial withdrawals. She, afterall had an addiction like I had never seen!