We experienced a loss last week. Bunny’s very last binky (or ‘kinky’ as she calls it) finally bit the dust. She chewed a hole in it and had been warned that if she did this, the binky would be all gone. Wednesday afternoon, she informed me “Kinky boken, mama.” My heart sank because I knew what this meant (and the inevitable drama that would ensue). With a heavy heart, I went and got the little trashcan from the bathroom and I let Bunny drop the bink in there. Bye bye, kinky. You served us well.
For anyone who has experienced this firsthand, you know this can be traumatic– for the whole family. I’m not going to lie, that bink was as much my BFF as it was hers. It was my little insurance policy, KWIM? I was so used to always having it there to fall back on in the event of a boo-boo or a meltdown in the grocery store. Now what was I going to do? I guess I’m going to find out.
Overall, I have to admit I’m really proud of my big girl. Like most changes I throw at her, she has taken this in stride. She has gone to sleep without tears since Friday. She’s a trooper! I plan on getting serious about potty training after the holidays and I can only hope we make that transition as smoothly as this one. Fingers crossed.
14
Dec
09
a death in the family
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Oh girl, I am not looking forward to this!! We still have “Babu” and as much as I wish we didn’t, I love it. I love that I can pop that back in her mouth at night and we all sleep better.
Oh poor Bunny!! but I feel like you’ll be more traumatized by this than her. but I totally understand and sympatize cuz I’ll be crushed the day Abby stops using her pacifier for some reason. Eleanor was really picky and after losing her pacifier at a restaurant one night, she wouldn’t take any subsitutions. It sucked.