This Friday, January 25th marks two years since our larger than life Gavin came into the world! The 25th also marks the moment when I swore to myself that we would rid our house and lives of THE BINKIE! Yes ladies and gents…if there are any gents that actually read this, my kid is a binkie kid, a nuk kid, a pacifier kid, whatever you call it, he owns it! It’s a love like no other I have ever seen. If he had to choose between me and the bink, I am pretty sure he’d pick me, but only after lots of soul searching and careful consideration. The kid has them stashed places around our house like a squirrel hiding nuts and he can hear the handle of the bink click from an easy 30 yards away! I have watched him find it by meticulous searching of his crib, while never waking from a deep sleep. It’s serious binkie radar, love, and sixth sense.
It should be known this binkie love has existed from day 1! Gav was a big baby. A 10 lbs. 6 oz, 22 inch long kind of big baby. I was told at the time that bigger babies are often binkie babies because they crave the sucking sensation. Whether there is scientific proof behind this claim or not, Gavin sure bought into it! So here we are two years later and facing the end of an era! The hubs and I are dreading it, as we are pretty sure our child will revolt, scream, throw things and possible plot our demise! But considering that Gavin has been a ridiculous easy baby/kid we have no reason beyond pure binkie love to think this. Gavin dropped the bottle like it’s hot (annnd now I’m singing Snoop Dog, great), there’s no reason to think the bink won’t be easy. I’m also very over random strangers judging and feeling the need tell me he doesn’t need “that thing” or seriously taking it from my kids mouth. This pisses me off to no end. Like lunge at a stranger like a rapid spider monkey kind of pissed off, so the binkie should probably go before somebody calls the 5-0 on mommy! The more and more I think about this whole bink thing though I realize that its not fear of the toddler battle or over opinionated strangers that are driving the team binkie boat, I realize that maybe I’m the problem, I’m not ready to let it go. It is after all, his final bit of babiness. My baby is not a baby anymore and it breaks my heart. I will miss the funny places he finds to hide it, I will miss how angelic he looks sleeping with it, I will miss binkie kisses and the sound of him walking around the house looking for it saying “dinkie”. I will miss MY BABY! Watching him grow, learn, explore and discover who he is, is exciting and the best part of being Gavin’s mommy, but it all comes at a bitter sweet price, as they really do grow too fast! I know we have to do this and I know we’ll survive, but say a little pray for me to get through this without uncontrollable sobs and ridiculousness that causes my husband to start planning his escape to another country. I’ll keep you posted on our progress!
Anybody else breaking the binkie habit? Bottle habit? Blankie habit? Booze habit….wait, maybe that one is too deep for this blog!
-Meg
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