Friday, November 30, 2012

Binky, Bye! Hello, Kit!

It's been a long time coming.   A  year?  We used to have a near dozen binks, then we had a binky fairy exchange for all except ONE.  Then, Daddy bought two more.  Then, one by one the little teeth on our growing binky monster chewed through the nipples until there was just One Lone Binky once again.  She lost it, yesterday.  She was primarily using the binky for sleeping and "resting" as she called it.  So....yesterday at 9:30 A.M. she announced it was rest time and asked for her binky.  I didn't have it.  We searched high and low.  It was gone.  Lyla wailed for two hours.  No joke.
"I'm never going to get through this, mama!  you need to look again!  I can't rest without it."  Had I been trying to pull a fast one on her, I would have caved and given her the binky after an hour of this hyperventilating binky hysteria!  Screaming she can't relax without sucking on her binky!  Running frantically through the house yelling that I need to look again!  You need to buy more! I told her there was a limit on how many binkies a parent was allowed to buy and an age cut off.   Then, she pissed in her panties all over the kitchen floor.  SERIOUSLY?  "Lyla, you would rather cry and pee in your pants than accept the fact you're big enough to move beyond the binky days, this displeases me. BUT, if that's the case then, we may have to regress back to diapers."  She cried and apologized, "I was too upset to hold it, I don't need diapers."  She stopped crying, stripped down, helped me wipe the floor clean & I picked her up, cradled her, brought her in to lay down, let her suck on my finger, until she bit it & assured her if anyone I know could get through a no more binky tragedy, it's her because she's so brave and intelligent that no binky can ruin her happy life, binky...pfft.  binky Who?.  She started sobbing, "Mama, I don't want to grow up!"   to which I said. Then, Don't. You're not a grown up without a binky...you're still a kid, a kid without a binky.  You can do this, Lyla.  & just like that she was done with trying to rest and back to playing.   A couple hours later I snuck up, gave her a hug and whispered in her ear, "are you okay?"  and she looked at me with those big chocolate eyes and said, "Mama, I'm okay, I'm done crying."    Wow, that was pretty easy.

I was outside picking up the dogs poop in the yard when I noticed the binky up in the corner of the backyard by the fence.  hahahaha  Thank You, Oscar!  For once I'm not aggravated with you grabbing something you shouldn't have & bringing it outside to play.  I picked up the binks and slipped it into my back pocket.  NO WAY in hell was I mentioning it turned up.  I tucked it away, knowing when Daddy came home he'd be sent out on a hunt for it. When he, too, came up short, & I saw a bit of disappointment behind Lyla's eyes, I decided it was time to bring out her American Girl doll.  A hand me down from a woman my husband works with.  I'd bought matching PJ's for Lyla and Kit, we'd planned on giving her to Lyla on Christmas Eve...but, now was as good a time as any.  I went into this elaborate story about binkies disintegrating when children become a certain age because otherwise Santa could screw up and bring baby toys instead of big girl toys, on and on how Daddy & I knew this day may come this year and to be sure she could still sleep through the night with the loss of her binky & not darken her Holiday spirit, we wanted her to have a dolly friend who could cuddle up and ease her sleeping worries, that Kit was so excited to finally meet her after being packed away waiting for their first encounter.   Not another lost binky tear was shed and they played games and danced into the night together.    Phew!  Bye Bye Binky!!  hahahahaha  I'm one happy woman!






Lyla was so thrilled with Kit she decided to draw a picture of her and wanted to learn how to write her name.  Lyla & Kit best little girl dolly friends forever!



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  1. Hey Seija! Just stumbled upon your blog while looking for new reader material...glad I did. I'm enjoying catching up on your posts! Your daughter is adorbs, I've got a 10.5 month old myself and I just love being a mama to a girl!!

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