As I've mentioned before, it's a hard habit to break. I had decided that once we got potty training down pat (a work in progress and the topic Thursday's blog) we'd tackle the Binky Situation. However, I have kept my eyes open for good suggestions on how to break the habit, once the time comes.
A few of the many:
- Attach it to a balloon and release it (All Binkies Go to Heaven?)
- Hang them on a Binky Tree
- "Donate" them to a baby who doesn't have a binky
- If given the opportunity, pretend it was lost
- Trade it for a much wanted toy
For at least a year now, I have refused to replace her now chewed and broken binkies, in hopes that she'd give them up on her own - no luck. Up until this morning there were three of them in the house. Now there are two.
This morning, after Angie went potty, green binky fell out of her mouth as she was flushing the toilet. Whoops! She immediately started lamenting its loss, "Binky!" she yelled plaintively down the toilet after it. I looked, gone. Poor kid.
It was all I could do not to laugh. #meanmommy
Now I'm secretly plotting the demise of the other two...
I figure if they meet with some tragic fate, right before her eyes, maybe she'll be more accepting. After her crying fit this morning, she said "Oh well," and later mentioned that green binky was gone now when I picked her up from school. (There's hope!)
In other news, did you know that it's against the law for 4 year olds to have a binky? (Plan B) True story...