Little guy is shaping up to be a master negotiator. He’s gotten into this middle of the night habit of sneaking into our bed. Our bribe, er – I mean incentive, to keep him out is letting him bring more toys into his own bed. Tonight, he upped the ante with two Mickey Mouses, one Minnie, one Woody w/ car, two Monsters and two blankies. With mad skills like that, I think he could negotiate peace in the Middle East. Well played my little friend.
What started off as a battle to break the binky addiction, has now become an all fronts attack into boyhood. After my little soldier went AWOL by rappeling from his crib two nights in a row, the hubby and I decided to avoid a middle of the night ER trip by converting the crib into a toddler bed. He was so excited about his big boy bed, I, on the other hand don’t know how I feel about all this change. No more binky, no more crib…my baby’s not a baby anymore and he’s not even turning 2 until Friday!!!
Week 2 into Operation Binky Freedom and my little soldier is marching on like a trooper. Note Mr. Monkey holding up the fort while my soldier sleeps.
Maybe it’s because the Fourth of July just passed and all the red, white and blue all over the place made me feel uber patriotic. But I just think that patronizing local businesses is one of the most patriotic things you can do…and supporting a local mommy-owned business is icing on the cupcake.
Case in point: Nicole’s Names a mom of two who works outside the home and in her “spare” time, she makes affordable personalized name decorations for baby rooms. I saw her business featured on a morning TV news show and kept it in my memory bank for when the hubby and I finally decided on a name for our little Peanut.
I emailed her a photo of his nursery bedding and VOILA the nursery was complete. Nicole is responsive, quick and does a fabulous job. I couldn’t be happier and if you give yourself enough time, it makes a perfect baby shower gift.
Heath loves pointing to it above his bed and makes me spell out his name. Apparently, when you’re almost two hearing your named spelled aloud is hilarious.
I’m trying not to get excited but it’s hard not to be giddy Day 3 into Operation Binky Freedom: the battle to break my little man’s addiction to his pacifier.
Let’s be honest: saying buh-bye to Mr. Binky isn’t just a crutch for my little boy, it’s one of the last connections to his infancy. Or in other words, my baby’s all grown up. Sniffle, sniffle. Ok, that may be a little over dramatic, but when he stopped nursing (all by himself) it was actually harder on me than it was for him.
I’ve been talking to him for several months now about giving up Mr. Binky. We even borrowed books from the library about it. We somehow came to the agreement that when he turned two, he would turn into a big boy and big boys don’t use binkies. So here we are t-minus 10 days from his birthday…
Night 1 was a breeze- he wanted his Thomas the Tank Engine hat as a lovey. Um, ok whatever dude!
Night 2 was a nightmare. He cried for so long and when I almost broke down and gave in, I talked him into trying 5 more minutes and if it was so bad he couldn’t take it, he could have the binky. Well guess, what? He fell asleep binky free!!
And now, 2 hours into night 3, he’s sound asleep. I’ll keep you posted on whether we’ve won the battle or the war…
