Well it has been an interesting 36 hours since I took Miss Cheeky Chops' dummy away.

The method I chose probably would not have worked for everyone, but so far so good.

I picked this weekend just gone as I knew the hubby would be home to help me out (insert rolling eye smiley), his response to every little whimper or temper tantrum was ‘just give her the dummy’. Needless to say this wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I started. Oh well.

When Miss woke up on Sunday morning I greeted her as usually and waited for the dummy to drop from those soft lips. It dropped, I pounced and she didn’t notice it was gone until she had finished her breakfast bottle. Miss ‘dum?’ me ‘all gone’ Miss ‘dum?’ me ‘no’. Well she raced over to the fridge as that is where they were previously kept (I hid them the night before) and began searching for the dummies she though she knew where there.

‘Dum?’

‘Gone.’

It was on; she threw herself on the ground and started a wonderful performance. She raced down to her room and tore her room apart – clothes out of the wardrobe, toys out of the box. She then went back to the kitchen and began emptying out the one draw that doesn’t have a child lock on it. I tried so hard to hide my laughter as I knew that was the last thing she needed. We went out side for a play and all was quite.

Nap time: hubby decided to give Miss the dummy and she sobbed herself to sleep poor thing. When she woke up I asked for the dummy as I didn’t want her to leave the room with the smile stealer, face hiding dummy. Do you think that went down well? After 40 mins we were able to leave the room minus the dummy – I wont go into the graphic details I’m sure you can imagine them.

Night time: we give her the dummy again (after I had snipped the end off, how awful) and after 40 mins and me consoling her once she is finally asleep.

Fast forward to this morning.

Miss ‘dum?’ me ‘broken? Miss ‘broken?’ me ‘yes broken’. Another battle ensured but I won again – my steely resolve to rid her of that hideous dummy still firmly in place.

Nap time: I did not give her the dummy.

The day passed with some minor hiccups (temper tantrums) but it was great as she seemed to be forgetting something was missing.

I did casually mention that the fairies needed more dummies and that maybe our dummy should go to the fairies.

I ended up going to spotlight and getting some helium balloons and tying the dummy to the stings.

When hubby came home she was so excited to see the balloons she was squealing in delight. But she noticed that her dummy was on the string. We let her have the dummy (I had snipped more off the end leaving a small stub lol). Miss was so disappointed that she spat the dummy out and the balloons with dummy in tow sailed into the twilight sky, with us all waving goodbye as a united front repeating our mantra ‘the dummy is going to the fairies now. Bye bye.’

Would you believe that Miss went to sleep with out a sound………..Now where did I stash those sparkly stickers and extra balloons to leave for the fairies to say thank you.