When Penelope started “talking,” she used the word wobble for pacifier. I don’t know how she came up with wobble, but that’s what it was and that’s what stuck. From then on, the whole family started calling pacifiers wobbles.
P turned two and a half this past weekend, and we decided that that was a good age to give up the wobbles. A friend told me about the pacifier fairy, or what we call the Wobble Fairy. Simply package up the wobbles and send them off to the Wobble Fairy. For several weeks we prepped P, telling her we would soon send her wobbles to the Wobble Fairy. The day finally came, and early in the morning P and her dad grabbed the owl wrapping paper, carefully wrapped up the 4 wobbles and put them in the mailbox to be mailed to the Wobble Fairy.
Later that day, we checked our mailbox and found the wobbles were gone but there was a package left, to Penelope from the Wobble Fairy.
“More wobbles?” Penelope asked.
Not quite. But the Wobble Fairy was so thankful to receive more wobbles that she left P a replacement comfort item: Baby Penguin.
At first, P was hesitant with Penguin. But after a few hours, she realized the wobbles were gone and she took comfort in Penguin. Now every morning at 5am, instead of walking into our bedroom asking for a wobble, P walks into our bedroom with Penguin in tow and cuddles up next to us until she’s ready to get up for the day, which is usually by 5:05, but that’s another story.