Um, okay. So it's kind of weird that I'm actually upset by this, but my 3 and a half year old suddenly gave up his be-o's. (Bibila, or for those of you who don't speak Greek (teehee), Soother).
We have been talking about this for a while. Like, "Christos, you should stop using your be-o's soon." "Yes, because I'm a big boy." "Exactly."
Well, tonight, as I was getting my boys ready for bed, Christos says to me: "Mommy? I quit my be-o's. Dimitry can have them now." I was like... "Are you sure? You don't have to!"
And I can see my husband just shaking his head at me, like, 'WHAT are you saying, woman?'
So, after I read Christos a few books, I said to him that he could very well take a be-o if he wanted to. That we loved him no matter what, even if he kept taking his be-o's until he was 100 years old.
Then I realized that he had fallen asleep. Just like that. On his own. With no be-o's. For the first time, ever.
And I was sad! I've always had a problem 'letting go' of certain stages and I have a hard time adjusting to change. Getting him to drink from a bottle made me sad, giving him formula made me sad, moving him into his own room made me sad, and getting him his very big big boy bed made me sad. Even toilet training him was kind of sad. Because with each step, his baby-ness was going away. Being replaced with his big boy-ness.
But you know what? I AM SO PROUD OF HIM! THAT'S MY BOY!