Blogging and Praying that I never forget these days . . . .

Bye Bye Binky

June 26, 2009

Well, the day has come and gone and we have all survived . . . . we gave up the binky on Friday. I say "we" because I think it was hard for all three of us . . . Jay, Me, and Max. I think I handled him turning three better than I have handled giving up the binky. I have been wanting to get rid of it for almost a year now, I just haven't been strong enough. I know that sounds crazy I don't even use the binky. It's just the peaceful look that sweeps his face when he pops it in at bedtime. He looks like "Ahh, all is right with the world!" Quit laughing at me, being a Mommy makes you crazy sometimes. So back to giving it up. Friday morning I was feeling terrible (as I do alot of the time right now), nervous about our meeting with our Reunion location, trying to get ready for the big party on Saturday, and Max was pushing my buttons. I had told him multiple times since he got up to put his binky back in bed. I reminded him that we only use it in bed while we sleep. He continued to carry it in his mouth while he played . . . so I did the loving Mommy thing . . . I snapped. Yea, I am not proud of it, but I did. I snatched it out of his mouth and marched down the hall telling him "that's it, no more binky, I'm throwing them all away." I proceded to go out the front door with him close behind in tears by now as I carried it to the trash can. I acted like I threw it in and told him to tell it goodbye that the trashmen were coming to get it. He then gave me the guilt trip arguments of "Mommy, the baby's not here yet." (See, we had mutually decided that he would give his binkies to the new baby when it got here. We had been having those talks for a few weeks.) So that broke my heart and I sat on the floor with him and cried and we discussed what a Big 3yr old Boy he was now. We talked about not using diapers, pee peeing in the potty, not using a bottle, feeding himself, and other various things that big boys could do. I then reminded him that only babies use binkies not big boys. He argued with me saying that he didn't have to be a 3yr old yet, he could just be 2 again. Grinning, I told him he wanted to be a big boy and do big boy stuff. He agreed. Whew! Then he asked me to get the binky from the trashman and save it for his new baby. I agreed. He then helped me clean up and find all the binkies in the house. We bagged them all up and put them in the medicine cabinet for the new baby. He has been fine with it since that moment. It took about a week for him to quit asking for them when he got tired. When he asked, we would remind him that he didn't use binkies anymore. He would be okay with that answer, frown a little bit, then turn his head and go to sleep, while I sat there full of tears. So. There is the end of Max's binky story and we are still a happy family. . . . going into it I never dreamed we would survive!

No comments:

Go Flames