I have been telling Jon Kent for DAYS and DAYS on end that if I see him with that pappy in his mouth "just one more time" when he's not sleeping I'm going to throw it away. Well, today was the final straw and he had it in his mouth trying to talk to me (drives me crazy) and I told him to give me that pappy. I threw it in the trash. Yes, you read right.. I took that poor baby's pappy and threw it in the trash. And to my shock and amazement.. he didn't cry or even seem to care. We did have several small conversations about how he was a big boy now and didn't need his pappy. He took a nap.. not a long one.. but one nonetheless and he did fine. The real test will be tonight. I bought him a "prize" that if he goes all night without his pappy and doesn't cry or whine for it that he will get it when he wakes up in the morning. We'll see how that goes.... If he does this then his baby days are truly over... Zoey's has been over for about 2 weeks now (she gave her pappy up at around 9 months) since she has been potty trained. Only baby I've got left is Nathan. How sad.
We went swimming this morning. Or rather Zoey and I did. Jon Kent didn't want to go (he really didn't want to go outside.. it was too hot he said) and Nathan took a quick dip but decided the water wasn't warm enough to be his bath, so he didn't like it. So it was just Zoey and me for about an hour. She swam by herself again and then floated in the float for a bit. She had a good time and I got a little tan.. so it was a good time all around. I took just a few pictures while I could so enjoy!!