Friday night we decided it was time to say goodbye to the "bebe" (otherwise known as the pacifier). We went to the grocery store and pick out some balloons, Mickey of course, so we could tie the bebe to it and send them to the babies that needed them in heaven. Brock tied them on himself and we went outside to say goodbye. He did great until the balloons actually went away. You'll see that the pacificers were too heavy so we had to cut the string, but he's none the wiser. We've gone almost 48 hours without one and he's doing great. He's even found Avery's a few times and handed them to her or us. Below is the drama from Friday night...
If you ask him, he says he's a big boy and doesn't need it. He'll scream "NO BEBE."
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