Last night, we finally took the binky away from Goose Face. We should have taken it away long ago, but I honestly just didn’t want to deal with the drama that would surely ensue.
Yesterday, we spent the day at Disneyland with a friend. While we were there, we got to talking about various “kid things”, and the binky came up. We discussed different ways of getting rid of the binky, and I finally decided that when I got home I would just suck it up and do it.
So, once we arrived home, thinking that Goose would be so tired from spending the day at Disneyland and wouldn’t fuss much about getting rid of her binky, I took the first step. I cut the tips off of both binkys (because, of course, we have a backup). Then, I just sat them on the counter as if nothing had happened.
A little while later, after both girls had been fed and bathed, we began winding down for the night. Goose asked for her binky, so I gave it to her. (Is it sad that I literally had to turn and hide my smile and try not to laugh, knowing what was about to happen?)
As soon as she tried it, she made a face, took it out, and gave it back to me. She told me it was broken and that she didn’t want it. I asked her how it got broken and she told me she didn’t know. Then, as I knew she would, she asked for her other binky. So I gave that one to her as well. Of course, the same thing happened.
So, she acted like it was no big deal. She went about the rest of her nightly routine, and we sat on the couch to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse before bed.
Man, that was easy!
Ha. Yeah, right.
Once it was time to get in bed, Goose asked for her binky again. So, I gave her one, and then the other, as we discussed how both of them were broken and we didn’t know what happened to them. Goose crawled in the bed, whimpering a little bit as she did, but we read her books just as we do every night. Once we were finished, I kissed her goodnight, turned on the music box, and left the room.
And all hell broke loose. I’m talking screaming and crying as I have never heard Goose scream and cry before. And it went on FOR.EV.ER. I’m not talking “mommy forever”, where it seems like a long time but it’s really not. I’m talking for at least an hour.
So, what did I do? Poured a stiff drink and tried to drown her out. It was tough, but I know that she needs to get rid of it. After all, we don’t want her to end up looking like this:
Here’s to hoping that tonight is better! Next on the list: potty training.