Goodbye, pacy

Well, we have finally done it. We went and did what we said we would never ever do. We crossed the boundary from infanthood and all it's baggage to toddlerhood and all of it's woes. After our last visit to the pediatrician, we were enlightened to the fact that if Juliana keeps her pacy much longer past the age of 2, her teeth could be forever damaged...or at least until they fell out and new ones grew in. Stricken with images of our daughter walking around with her bottom teeth jutting out so far she can't bite an ear of corn, we decided the day had come to get rid of pacy!!! (Insert Jaws-like music here). Easier said than done. For all of you who have children, and for those who don't but are wondering what all the fuss is about, I'm sure this is a much smaller deal in the grand scheme of things than what it seems right now. BUT, as I am typing this, Juliana is laying in her crib pining away for her beloved "PAPY", and has just finished begging me to go to the store to buy a new one. Her current pacy has a large hole in the top, courtesey of Mom sneaking away with a pair of scissors. She looked at it pitifully, held it up to me, and with big crocodile tears sadly proclaimed it to be "bwoke". Mom and Dad are hanging strong with this endeavor, and we are bolting the door and hiding the car keys from each other to keep from running out and snatching up every single pacy in the Walmart baby aisle.

If anyone has any support/comments/suggestions/sympathy they would like to impart on us, please email or call or just fly to Montana and show up at our door.

In other (less depressing) news, we find out Thursday at our ultrasound if this new baby is a boy or a girl! I am 21 weeks and halfway through the pregnancy, but I feel like my stomach is quickly running out of growing room! I'll post some new pictures soon.

Hope everyone is doing great!!! Hugs and kisses from the Wagners, minus one pacifier.