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…
