Abby, Zoë and Enzo

We've been preparing Abby and Zoë for a while now about getting rid of their paci's.  For the past few days I've been telling them how many days left until we give them away.  With nap room issues at school, we told them that we would keep one paci in their cubby at school but that there would be no more paci's at home after we gave them away.  They decided a while ago that we would give them to the garbage recyclers.  As the day got closer, I was getting more and more nervous and second guessing our decision.  This morning I gave each girl a baggy and we gathered up the paci's.  On our way out the door both of the girls went onto the porch and put their paci filled baggies into the recycling bin.  They were excited about it and got into the car happily.  On the way to school we saw both a garbage truck and a recycling truck.  When I mentioned that they were going to our house to take away our things, Abby started whining for her paci.  Back at home we got them dinner and a bubble bath.  We kept to the routine and whenever they asked for a paci I just reminded them that they were all gone and we didn't have anymore at home.  I let each girl pick out a story and after they were done came the tense moments.  I tried to stay upbeat about things and tucked the girls in.  They were crying, but not hysterical when I left the room a little before 6:30.  About five minutes later I went in to calm very upset girls.  There were a few more trips like this, but by about the third time in things started turning for the better.  Abby, who was the most worked up at this point, asked for a drink of water.  I gave both girls a small sip and Abby then just asked to be tucked in.  Zoë was still a bit upset so I was shushing her and Abby started saying "garbage recylers take them away Zoë"  in a very upbeat matter-of-fact kind of way.  She kept saying variations of this as I left the room and even after I shut the door.  This time she stayed quiet and it was just Zoë crying.  Just as I was getting ready to go up again, Zoë started to quiet down.  Right around 7:00 p.m. all was quiet.  Just half an hour, not bad at all.  I'm not breathing easy yet, as there is plenty of night and opportunities for the girls to wake wanting paci's ahead of us... but I'm quite pleased with how things have gone thus far.

Abby was in the book corner picking out a book and another child was having some issues apparently with Abby taking the books off the shelves.  The other child pushed into her and Abby fell into the shelf.  I didn't realize it right away, but when I was changing Abby's diaper I got a good look at her mouth and noticed her front tooth is chipped.  At first it looked like half the tooth was missing, but then it turned out it was just the bottom part.  I was so upset for her.  The tooth is so sharp now.  She went in for nap and a few minutes later was brought back out for tylenol.  Apparently she had been pressing on her tooth and whimpering.  Since then she hasn't seemed to be too bothered by it, but won't let Chris or I get our hands on it.  We've got to get her into a dentist to make sure it didn't affect anything in the gumline and maybe see if we can get it filed down.

I was all excited this morning to just have to change Abby and Zoë's diapers and not get them out of their pj's and into clothes.  However, when I got Zoë out of bed the front of her pants and part of her shirt was wet... too many sips of water throughout the night I guess.  I cleaned her up and let her pick out new pj's, and moved on to Abby.  Turned out that she also had too much water during the night.  I couldn't believe it.  It has been so long since either of them has leaked through their diapers during the night.  We made it to school, Abby and I both wearing our bathrobes as coats, and lots of the other kids were in their pj's as well.  From soft footsie pj's, to nightgowns we were all decked out.