goodbye walrus

Easter was a momentous day. Yes, there was the Easter Bunny and Jesus and I'm sure all kinds of other big deals that day, but for Brock, there was one main event, goodbye to Walrus. It was a long time coming. He's been down to one for a good 9 months now, we didn't think it would last as long as it did. Many kids give up after it gets a hole in it, but not Brock. That thing was getting quite vile, and always had remains of snacks past squelching in its plastic-y folds. So, it was time. I decided Easter just because I was hoping to do a ceremony that might be fun for Brock. Other composed narrative ends to sweet suckage would not work for him. The thought of "giving walrus to another baby" or a child in need simply would not have flown with Brock. We gave it to him straight, he wasn't a baby anymore, and pacifiers were essentially for babies and it was time to say goodbye. By putting walrus in an Easter egg and burying him at the park. So we went to Dean park to perform the ceremony.

He did good at the park. You could tell he was distancing himself emotionally from it all, talking himself down and in general, trying not to think about it too much. Of course bedtime was difficult. But it was ok. A few tears, but he slept. He still asks about walrus, and asks if another mamma has dug it up and given it to her baby, but otherwise, no big issues. He hasn't asked to visit it either or dig it up, so I'm gonna say this has been a win. It is super awesome not looking for that depraved nib-let before bed or nap, but his sad face as he asks me to remind him why we had to get rid of walrus makes me wonder what the big deal with a pacifier anyways.  Thank you walrus, for the many good years and sweet silent sleep you gave to Brock and us.