We're struggling in our house to say goodbye to what seems like a family member. Bobby. As many of you remember, Erin's first word was "Bob" and we spent weeks trying to figure out what she was referring to. Not one for patience, she finally crawled over -held up a pacifier and literally yelled "Bob" while shaking it at us. We got it. Since then, Bob has metamorphosed into "Bobby" and has become Erin's faithful companion.
Blue Bobby, her most recent, has become a permanent fixture. She used to wake up and call for Mommy. She now wakes up and says hello to Bobby. We cajole and promise the riches of the world if she'll leave Bobby in her crib. Um, no. She'd rather take a trip to a Turkish prison with Bobby than leave it in the crib. We offer the story of the Binkie (in this case Bobby) fairy who comes to collect pacifiers for new babies who need them. She calmly informs us that Sarah and Sloane already have pacifiers and don't need hers. We offer her rewards to take out Bobby. She usually declines them. We're waiting for her to rip out her be.dazz.ler and add some bling to that bobby so that it coordinates with her outfits.
Our pediatrician allayed our fears months ago telling us her son had his pacifier until 3 and that no one goes to college with a pacifier. Why is it then that I have visions of Erin with a cell phone in one hand, a laptop in the other and a bobby hanging from her belt loop?
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We went cold turkey on the Binkie with Ben about this time last year. He was 2 1/2. It was in his mouth 24/7 and he wasn't talking (not a problem Erin seems to have :-) )
It was AWFUL for about three days (which is what happened when we took the Bink's away from Katie and Jack ) and then it was over. We did have one sad day about 4 weeks after we said bye-bye to binkies forever. Ben had found an old pacifier on Katie's bookshelf that he had left in there. He appeared in the office happy as a clam with the binky in his mouth. I looked at him and said "Ben, remember? No more binkies." He slowly took it out of his mouth, handed it to me, climbed up in my lap and quietly started to sob. Not a hysterical, screaming typical 2 year old fit but like an adult grieving. It was SO SAD but that was the absolute end of the attachment to binkies. He never put one in his mouth again even if he found one somewhere (we had pacifiers in every nook and cranny it seemed except when we needed them) or was offered a share by some other well meaning toddler who must have sensed he had lost an appendage.
Good news is he started talking immediately upon having his mouth freed up and it never effected his teeth etc....
Now if only to get Emma to stop sucking her thumb and twirling her hair (when she is tired). She is 6. I can pull her thumb out of her mouth when she is in a dead sleep and her spring-loaded elbow pops it right back in. ::::sigh:::::
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