Bye Bye Bobby Day

Nick and I had been prolonging the inevitable day that we would break Emmy of her Bobby habit.  We were quaking in our boots at the thought of the tantrums that would take place the first night she would go to sleep without her lovey.  In search of some excitement for New Year's, we penciled "Bye Bye Bobby Day" in on December 31st.  Nick, luckily, took the lead and assisted Emmy with preparing a box in which to put her bobby stash.  He patiently stood by as she taped construction paper onto it, colored it with crayons and adorned it with floral stickers.  He then helped her address it to Henry, our designated Christmas elf, and carried her and the box to the doorstep where it had been "prearranged" to be left for pick-up.  She followed Nick's lead with a stiff upper lift, and a handful of wimpers as she bid adieu to her beloved Bobbies.  After a quick trip to the bathroom so that I could do her hair, we returned to find that Henry had made the pick-up and the Bobbies were enroute to the North Pole.

Emmy was tearful (so was I) and needed some big hugs, but she composed herself in time to hop in the car to head to Walmart for her reward: the Disney movie, Brave, and a little Merida figurine.  She explained to the kind sales associate that she had just said bye bye to her Bobbies, and was getting a present for being brave.  We headed over to Starbucks to pick up some hot cocoa just for good measure.

Emmy adored the movie and has been infatuated with her new figurine.  She asks for Bobby a few times a day, but is always appeased with the answer that they are safe with Henry and that she is a brave girl for saying goodbye to them.  This obstacle was easier than we expected by orders of magnitude.  If only we could be so pleasantly surprised by every transitional phase!

Our brave girl watching "Brave."