|Graduated from Binky, at last!|
Monday night, the first night they were missing, was awful. She cried. She whined. She begged. She sniveled. I swore to her I didn't know where it was. I searched the house top to bottom - six times. Finally she cried herself to sleep.
Tuesday night was almost as bad, but didn't last as long.
Wednesday night was better, as was Thursday night. By Friday she mentioned it, but there were no more tears. I explained again that I had looked and looked, but the binky was missing.
Saturday afternoon Angie comes running out of her room "Mommy!! I found binky!!"
Damn, I thought. "Oh good," I said without much feeling and a fake smile.
Saturday night I dubiously handed Angie her binky, "I bet it tastes yucky, and it's all chewed up," I commented.
Then the most incredible thing happened... although she had immediately popped it into her mouth, she had put it back on her nightstand when I went in later to check on her!
For almost a week now she's barely touched it. She's asked for the other (still missing) binky a few times, but it's not in much better condition than the one she found is.
Finally potty trained and binky free? Wow. I'm so happy! I wasn't sure this day would ever come.