This week BJ and I seriously debated if we should take Ellie's binky away. She is getting so attached to it, she manages to find them everywhere, it's messing up her teeth, we are scared that taking it away is just going to get harder the older she gets, and we're just trying to look out for her best interest!
Monday was supposed to be her last day with the binky, and then I was going to gather them up Monday night, get rid of them all, and be done with them. Fight it out. Cold turkey. Done. Kaput. Until I was sitting at the table on Monday after lunch and Ellie spotted a binky up high, far across the room, and reached for it. I gave it to her with the sympathetic thought that she should enjoy it while she could, and then it happened.
She put that binky in her mouth and I heard it, that sound that has melted my heart since the day I brought her home from the hospital. That sound I have heard next to me morning, noon, and night. I LOVE the sound I hear when Ellie sucks her binky. A binky is quintessentially "baby" to me. It looks so cute and sounds so sweet, I can hardly stand it. I started crying. Hard. I was SO NOT ready to see my baby's babyhood stripped from her. I called BJ and told him how I was feeling. We weighed the pros and cons, and then Ellie woke up the next morning, was in a horrific mood, and that's when our idea to "pull the plug" got bumped to the back to our "to do" parenting list. Maybe January will be a good time...
I am loving Ellie's hair so much lately ( look how well it's coming in!) that the bowless look has me melting. I love that straw- blonde hair.