This morning when I dropped Abbers off at daycare, I had a little surprise waiting for me.
Since she only has daycare Wednesdays and Thursdays, her mothers day gift to me sat there all weekend. Even though it’s a few days late, it was a lovely way to begin my morning.
There were additional photos that didn’t make it into the frame. They are all so sweet – I got a little verclempt walking to work.
This past weekend, we had our second visit from a fairy for Abbers. This time, it was the Binkie Fairy. (The Bottle Fairy made an appearance a little while ago.)
This is something we’ve been discussing for a while. It was more difficult of a decision to make than the bottles. This (aside from diapers which I will not miss at all) felt like her last tie to babyhood. She still used it for naps, bedtime, car rides and general soothing. And MY GOD did it ever work. With her binkie and blankie both in use, her eyes would almost just shut in a Pavlovian response, unable to stay open. It made her so happy.
However, she’s getting to the age where I just didn’t want to see her tied to the binkie anymore. God forbid we leave the house without one (and it happened on occasion) and it’s meltdown city. Not to mention, she more times than not just held it in her mouth like a cigar, and one of her front teeth is showing the real damage – it’s crooked and seems like it just isn’t coming in all the way.
The stogie hold. She's got it down to a science.
The crooked tooth. "Shrek teeth" as Uncle Ernie calls them.
So the decision was made. Again, we would plan it for a Friday night. (You know, so we could potentially not sleep all weekend while she cried a sadly, lonely cry for her “binkie-bink.”) We could collect all the binkies from the house, and put them in a bag. This time leaving them at the back door. Then, in the middle of the night, the Binkie Fairy would come and collect all the binkies to give to new babies who needed them (totally gross and not hygienic at all) and in turn, she would leave a present for Abby. Or he. Who am I to judge.
The binks, the balloons from the Binkie Fairy and leaving it by the back door.
The hubs and I decided this gift needed to be huge. This is a big deal and probably difficult to give up cold turkey, so it needed to be something she couldn’t just throw at us yelling “GIVE ME MY BINKIE-BINK! I DON’T LIKE ANYTHING!” With spring in full bloom and only an empty, unused dog kennel as a totally unsafe plaything in the backyard, we opted for a playhouse. And then grabbed a slide as a second gift.
When settling in for the night, she did pretty well. She was exhausted, so it went much easier than expected, although right before falling asleep, she was pretty much crying, saying “I don’t want any presents! I want binkie-bink!” Like I said though, fell asleep anyway.
The next morning, the first words out of her mouth were “I don’t want presents.” Typical. So, the hubs and I took turns getting up and arranging things in a pretty manner, and then I came into our bedroom, where Abby and the hubs were laying.
“Abby – I just looked. The binkie fairy came. You’re going to be so excited!”
She finally got up, and saw a couple smaller things we got her, a bubble gun and a new box of Aden + Anais swaddle blankets – her blankie of choice. Then we showed her outside. She went down the steps in her little pajamas yelling “A PLAYHOUSE! SHE BROUGHT ME A PLAYHOUSE!” SO stoked.
The happy lady. If you look hard enough you can see our neighbors dried up Christmas tree.
We spent the morning putting everything together. And spent the whole weekend binkie free. She struggles at nighttime, naptime, or when she’s exhausted and wants to soothe herself. She gets by though.
I consider us lucky. She’s getting a cold, and this is usually when she wants it the most, but she’s been okay. I know not everyone will have the same, low-key results we did. (We still hear “I don’t WANT my clubhouse, momma. I don’t want ANYTHING!” on occasion. So we’re not whine-free.)
Best decision we’ve made in a while.
Has anyone else tried this tactic? I would love to hear more results! Or let me know if you decide to try this!
Tonight, Abby and I spent the evening together while the hubs attended a basketball game with friends. I put her to bed, scooped some litter and headed to my own bed, when I thought I heard Abby cry. I ran to the monitor and checked and there was nothing. Which could mean only one of three things:
1) I’m losing my mind.
2) Abby’s mastered ventriloquism in her sleep.
3) There are burglar babies breaking into my house as we speak.
Apparently there’s a big (snow?) storm headed our way. A couple days ago they were forecasting up to 12 inches of snow. Now? 1-4 inches. Boo. I mean, I suppose it’s good, but man, it’s always “OMG SNOW EVERYWHERE DEATH DESTRUCTION LOOK OUTTTT SNOWWWWW!” And then, “JK. Get out your brooms!” It’s fine though. We’re planning on heading to my parents house this weekend, so the less weather we’re dealing with, the better.
Fiona had her first trip to the vet today. I had my first trip to the vet with a toddler. And a cat in a kennel. It wasn’t too bad, but I give a lot of the credit to the vet we go to – a cats only vet. It’s very laid back and clean, and almost homey. Fiona got a clean bill of health, and they think she’s closer to 1 year rather than 3 months shy of 2. She’s still a total rock star kitty and I just want to squeeze her all the time.
And a flight has been booked to visit my bestie Martini in a little over 3 weeks. I haven’t visited her in a while and I am so excited to be in warm weather! It’s essentially going to be a 60 hour sleepover. Boys not allowed. However, Pixie-stix and simultaneous Pinterest pinning are. I can’t wait.
Hi! I’m back again! How’s your mom? Great.
I haven’t done new year’s resolutions in a few years, so I figure I’ll give them a shot. I’m going to try to keep it simple, but I think we all know this will fall apart by mid-February. It’s the thought that counts though, AMIRIGHT?
Hokay.
Also, must stop using swears in front of Abbers, or letting her watch non-kid friendly stuff. We had been letting her watch Family Guy (we’re up for a parenting award, I’m aware) and unfortunately she started watching the Christmas episode. After the episode was nearly over (the plot was Stewie wanted to kill Santa – TOTALLY kid friendly) we turned it off after realizing it was not even close to appropriate for her. But not before she started saying “Kill Santa!” Right. No more swears. Or Family Guy. Keep it clean.
So in addition to (Christ on a cracker, what the hell do I think I’m doing?) making sure everything’s picked up before I go to bed, I want to dump all my photos onto the computer, and craft a post or two a week. It doesn’t seem that hard, even though lately I know it is. But I am really going to try. And I think I might try a little blog makeover this year. Could be fun, right?
Wow. Okay. That’s a lot. But really it isn’t. And in the long run, these will help me feel more productive and like a real human being again. That would be awesome.
Are you attempting resolutions this year?
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