The end of "Ya-Ya"

I never, and I mean never, thought Maura would give up her ya-ya. (that is her pacifer, for those that don't know). We kept telling her when she turned 3 that she had to give it up. She started chewing this last ya-ya and I was quietly hoping this would be the end. Well, the Thursday night before our trip to San Diego, ya-ya had its last suck.

Hopefully you can tell from the picture that she pulled off the top half. I was a little nervous about taking a trip without ya-ya so I let her hold it in the car and to sleep. Since we have been back, there hasn't even been a peep out of her about ya-ya. I still can't believe it was this easy. Why do I stress out about things like I do? A lesson learned