Sunday, July 17, 2011
The Battle of the Binky
Munchkin will be three this Halloween, which is pretty unbelievable -- something about that whole passage of time thing. Also unbelievable is her attachment to her damn binkies. It is definitely time to break her of this, especially since stumbling into her pitch black room several times a night to find the binky that she dropped during one of her somnambulistic pro-wresting sessions is killing me. (To be fair, it hasn’t been happening nearly as much lately, which I consider to be a small victory.) However, if she doesn't have all available binkies with her when it’s time to tuck her in, they have to be hunted down. She needs at least one, but will ask about the whereabouts of the others, thus delaying bedtime by however long it takes to either find them or say, “IT DOESN'T MATTER,” about fifteen times.
So, the question is all about how to wean her off of these bastards. Midget had a binky habit, too; I had to get really creative with her: I told her that zombies came and ate those bitches. To add some realism to this claim, I took one of her binkies and attacked it with a pair of kitchen shears, making it look, well… half-eaten. Extreme, maybe, but it worked.
However, every now and then she still asks why the zombies ate her binkies…
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We've recently gone through the Bink wean and we haven't looked back! Good luck, be strong! Fingers crossed for you.
lmao.. thats pretty awesome with the zombies. My Mom cut the tips off my nieces binkies. My daughter is a thumb girl. Sometimes I want to cut the tip off that. She's breaking herself from that habit though. Pwhew!
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