Meet Pinky...

 On Avrey’s actual birthday Dallas and I both took the day off so we could make her day super special. When she woke up we sang Happy Birthday to her, and she said she wanted a pancake for breakfast. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any stuff to make it because I had been out of town so we ran to Burger King and got her some. With her turning 2 Dallas and I both decided it was a good time to get rid of the binky. Ashley had told me about how her friend took her kids to Build-A-Bear so they could put the binky inside the bear and have a new friend in place of the binky. I was super excited because I thought this was such a cute idea, and thought it would be the perfect little activity to do for her birthday since her party wasn’t till the weekend!! So, after her nap and after we all got ready we headed down to Gateway. We walked in and helped her pick out the perfect bear. We even picked out the cutest little saying to put in it. The lady was super cute with her and showed Avrey how to work the peddle to stuff the bear…so Avrey got to try it. Then the time finally came and this is where everything went downhill. I put the 1st binky in to show her how to do it, and then told her to put her other one in. The second I went to help her she wouldn’t let go and took off running in the other direction saying “No, No…my binky”. It was so sad and I felt like the worst parent…Dallas had to chase after her, take the binky from her and then I had to hurry and put it in before she could get it. At that point she wanted nothing to do with the bear…we even tried to take her mind off of it by letting her pick out a cute outfit, but she wasn’t interested. I hurried and filled out all the info on the computer and was even proud of the name I came up with “Pinky”…cause it’s a pink bear and it rhymes with “binky” how original right. Then we left and that ride home was the worst car ride I’ve ever had with her in the 2 years of her life. She screamed the whole way home for her binky, and every time I would try to give her “Pinky” she would throw it as far as she could. We had a few errands to run on the way home so the only thing I could do to calm her down is give her a drink of my pepsi. But, just a sip wasn’t good enough…she wanted to hold the cup by herself and keep drinking till we got to the store. So with it being her birthday and the guilt that I had been feeling already I thought what the heck kid have at it. I didn’t think taking a binky away would be that hard, but boy was I wrong. I think it was harder on me because I seriously felt so bad. I felt that I had this great idea that went terribly wrong and to make matters worse it was on her birthday…the one day that should be the best day ever. I felt like a horrible person because that binky was the one thing that gave her comfort and I took that from her. This experience was so hard on me (and her obviously) that it really made me reconsider even giving Beckett one or staying strong and getting rid of it at 18 months like Dr.Sigg said. I hate to admit, but he was right…If I would have just stuck with it when she was 18 months it would have been so much better because what makes it hard now is that she is older so she can beg for it and cry for long periods of time for it. Whereas at 18 months she’d only cry for a couple minutes before she would tire herself out, and she couldn’t ask for it. So, when it was finally time for bed Dallas and I both felt so bad for the day she had had so we caved and gave it to her. I’ve just decided that for naps and bed time she should be fine to still have it and taking it way for good should happen when she can comprehend the idea that she’ll be fine without. That was the other reason I felt so guilty taking it away…I didn’t feel like she really understood what was going on. So maybe at 3 it will be gone for good.