We have entered the third full day of no gaga. I am happy to report he only asked for it twice before bed last night and once this morning. I am also only a teensy bit ashamed to admit, I hate it. I hate not getting that mischievous from behind the nuk smile when he knows he is being silly. I miss the game of stealing it from him and cramming the whole thing in my mouth to "hide" it from him and how much it would make him laugh. And I hate that sadness in his face when I tell him all the gaga's are broken. It's quick to fade, but it's still there. And it is heartbreaking proof that I am actively making him sad.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...It's for his own good. He needs give this up as a habit. His teeth could get all DURRR if I let him have it forever. Whatever. He is my baby and I don't like making him sad. I know this is just one of a zillion times I am going to make this kid sad and I am sure it doesn't get any easier. Blah blah blah. I just wanna keep all the cute things and only let him grow up when it doesn't require intervention from me...or require me to face a new change. Too much to ask?
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