Claire loves her baby doll.
Well, tomorrow night at 10 pm she officially turns 2 1/2 years old and tonight she broke that honest streak.
We are trying to work her off her pacifier/paci and bedtimes have been a tedious affair for about a week or so.
Tonight she was crying yet again so I went into her and in the dark found her sitting on her bed. She talked in her little falsetto-bedtime-voice and said she was sitting on her bed (as though that explained WHY she was up).
I tucked her back in gently, with her lion and her last remaining paci- a pig wubanub with a hole in the tip. We call it "Piggy".
I handed her Piggy in the dark, kissed her sweet little head and said, "Do you know how much I love you?"
I left the room and before I could even sit down I heard a great wailing, "Mommmmmmyyyyyyyy!!!"
I went back in and knelt by her bed in the dark and asked what was wrong. "I want my piggy paci!" she cried.
I said, "But... I JUST gave it to you."
Claire cried, "I waannnt my pigggy paci!"
I said, "Claire, where did it go?"
And in typical Claire fashion she fessed up in a tiny voice, "I threw it."
"Claire! You threw it?!" I sighed and began to crawl around on all fours patting the floor searching for Piggy as she lay in bed waiting patiently. At last logic struck me like a bolt of lightning and I crawled back to her bed and went into a long spiel about how if she throws pacis then there is no paci. I steeled myself for a fight and went on into how we'ved talked about this for weeks and she's a big girl and she can sleep without her paci and I love her.
And in the midst of this she was silent.. and at last I heard a rustling... Then saw a spark of something plastic in the covers...
and voila! Piggy emerged by her head and she said sweetly, "I found it!" and then I heard the "squeak! squeak! squeak" of her sucking on the broken paci.
She had hidden it between her legs and had me patting down her entire bedroom floor!
I was flabbergasted and couldn't even respond.
Claire was sensing that I wasn't happy and after a bit I felt a little warm hand find mine in the dark and an even tinier voice say, "Sorry."
Ah Claire! You are something else!