In just two short months, my sweet, third-born, baby boy will have to relinquish his most prized possession.
Oh, yes. That's right. His binky.
I'm not sure when I made it up in my head that two-years-old is when it had to go. For Caleb, I let him have it until he was two-and-a-half. Then one of my friends said her dentist told her to take it away from her son, and since her son and Caleb were the exact same age, I figured I'd just go with it. I hated seeing it in his mouth anyway, especially for pictures.
For whatever reason, I didn't give Sarah that much time, and literally on her second birthday, I pulled the plug...er...took away the thing. It was not fun. It was grueling at times. It took forever for her to take a nap, tears streaming down her face, bedtime was no laughing matter either. But eventually she made the transition, and now she has been binky free for two years. No relapses.
I suspect it will be the same for my little guy. For the most part, he only gets to have it for nap time and bed time. Oh, and sometimes for van rides if I want to hear what my husband is saying to me. But every now and then, he starts whining and fussing and pointing to were he knows I keep it. Smart little turd. Sometimes I give in, sometimes I don't. And as the binky be gone day draws near, I tend to stand my ground even more.
As for my choice to give my kids a binky, that was a conscious decision on my part. I know moms who are glad that their kids can pacify themselves with their thumb, and if that works for the kid and the mom wants to endure the end of thumbsucking, then that's her prerogative. I knew I wanted to pull the plug...umm...take away the thing, and for me, I felt it would be far easier than a thumb.
Even though I know he'll look like this
for several days.
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