We’d put it off long enough.
Secretly, I’d hoped we could keep it going for the next 18 years. I mean, why mess with a good thing? The thought of going through the inevitable made me sick to my stomach and I tried to think of reasons for why we shouldn’t go through with it.
There’s a chill in the air. It’s not a good time.
The cat’s not ready. I don’t think we should.
The Padres lost. Now’s not a good time.
But finally, we’d run out of excuses. It was time. And, truth be told, we’d already started the long and difficult process a week earlier. The success we’d seen from that only reinforced our belief that we could no longer keep up what we knew had to change. I knew it. Andrea knew it.
And that is why we took away the binkies.
Now a week earlier we had taken them away during the day. TheMonk, we knew, would have the most trouble adapting to this but he didn’t seem too troubled without his binky during the day. The next step was nap and bedtime and this weekend we took the plunge. Oddly, it was Swee’Pea who refused to nap all weekend long. She chatted all nap long talking to TheMonk long after he had fallen asleep. By Sunday afternoon I almost lost my nerve. I almost pulled out the
crack binky and gave my kid a hit the pacifier she so obviously wanted. But I didn’t do it.
And guess what? They survived. No more binkies. They’re not really babies anymore.
It kinda makes me sad.
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