Gee, that is what Max calls it...
After almost 2 1/2 years of
binki bliss, we have started a new phase in our lives. No grand
ceremony or planning. Just woke up one day and thought, huh, maybe I'll take the
binki away from Max now. And that was that. It is gone. Absent from daylight. Shut away in the closet in the
binki box. Yes, we have a
binki box. Max has had a serious addiction for a long time. A crutch. But I figured we could all handle it now. He can talk so much more, which makes him happier more often, which means less (they still happen) fits, and more fun. It has been one full week and we survived. I make him willingly
relinquish the coveted object before he can be taken out of the crib. So one day this last week he spent more than an hour in his crib after nap time with the door open and the
binki in his mouth. He wouldn't give it up, and I wouldn't fight with him. I was upstairs doing laundry and peeked my head in every few minutes and tried to make a lot of noise so he would know he wasn't alone. And in his due time he handed over the
binki, without tears. Victory!! I wasn't ready to forgo the
binki at night yet. One step at a time... So now there are no more panic attacks when we are out and about, wondering if we left the
binki at the store, or what I would do if he started to cry. Speaking of the store. I'm sure my wallet is about to get fat again. We were buying
binkis like a staple. They were always getting lost, replaced and then found. In that order. We have 6
binki's in the
binki box right now. It is amazing how they have come out of the nooks and crannies of our house. This is one hurdle I have been
dreading, and it was a piece of cake. Yes!!!
PS- In October we were at the corn maze and I saw a boy who was seriously 5 or 6 walking around with a
binki in his mouth. That image has stuck with me since then. I was determined not to be that boys mother.