The Baby

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All of our kiddos have been binky babies. When they turned 3, we threw a big party and said "Bye bye Binky!" Then they themselves would chuck their binks in the bin. 

Hunter lasted for about a month before moving on to his thumb which he sucked for a longish time.

Corrine had binkies hidden all over the house and would pull them out when she knew we weren't watching and suck on it until she decided on her own that she didn't need them anymore.

When The Bug turned 3, her father said to me, "Aww. She's so attached to it. Why not ease her out of it slowly and let her have it a bit longer? She's the baby."

Seems those words will haunt us now for the rest of our lives.

"She's the baby. She's the Baby. She's THE BABY." And doesn't she know it.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago:
The above named father (and myself) decided that her time for easing out of the bink was up, and it was now or never.
I'd been prepping her for a while and decided that there was no better time than the present to rip her major comfort item from her lips. She would get over it right? If we bought her some candy, had a special cake, gave her two princess magazines, dusted her hair with glitter, made Mommy do the No More Binky Dance, put some makeup on and doted on her to no end, we would be golden, right? Right?

Ha. Ha ha.




Let me just make a list of the once easy, do-able tasks with Laynee in tow that are no longer on our list of acceptable, binky-less activities:
1. Grocery shopping.
2. Naps.
3. Car rides.
4. Public outings.

I'm really, really wishing for either a muzzle or a Grandma to come and rescue me from THE BABY.
Pretty sure THE BABY is wanting the same thing.

Comments

Mandy said…
Way to go Laynee!!!! Sorry EM! I understand your pain.
October 6, 2010 at 8:08 PM
Penny said…
Grandmas always make it all better. I'll be right over....:)
October 6, 2010 at 9:11 PM
Crystal said…
We'll come and dance with you!!! Be strong Emily. I love her little video and then instantly asking for candy...it's classic!
October 7, 2010 at 9:05 AM
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