I took away his pacifier. His best friend. His beloved "nu-nu." It was a sad day, indeed. He cried, I screamed in a pillow, he wailed, I pulled out my hair...there was much drama.
It was time, though. He was two, had all of his teeth and was becoming a pacifier addict. I know there are many approaches, but we just went cold turkey and settled in for a few days of protest.
When he woke up from his first nap sans the "nu-nu," I thought it warranted a big reward:
It was touch and go for a minute- but I think he's gonna live, folks.