Disclaimer: before you read this post, I just want you to know that my son is (well, was) a binky addict. He has LOVED his binky and even has a cute little pet name for it- Mitty. He asks for it all the time and even wants to take it everywhere with him (note that it even came to all his black tie events- as pictured above :)
So Bryson and I decided months and months ago that when Daniel turned 3 we would get rid of the mitty. And speaking of turning 3, I have about 10 blog posts to do for his big Toy Story B-day, and our trips to California, Utah, and Vegas. But for now, I am going to write about our traumatic past week :) I literally feel like we have been running a rehab center here (for Mitty addictions!!!).
We took him down last week to Buy Buy Baby to exchange his 'mitties' for toys. That went very smoothly until we got home and he asked for the (let's just call it M for short) M. All night he cried until around 1 am. It was so sad.
Day 2: He wakes up and first thing he asked for the M. He then walks around the house crying "Mitty, Mitty, where are you? I need you!! Please come back to me, please!! I am so sad". Again, this broke my heart, but I knew that I had to be strong. Then he pretty much cries for it the rest of the day.
Day 3: He does not ask for it much until that night when we are reading stories in his bed and he says "Mom, can I just have one Mitty- just 1, for just a 1 minute"? This is pretty clever, but I held strong (it was difficult).
Day 4: He asks for the M in the morning, but gets over the fact that he does not have it pretty quickly. I am feeding James in his high chair when I hear Daniel walking down the stairs going "interesting Momma, very interesting." I initially ignore this until he comes to the kitchen and I see that he is holding an M in his hand and continues to go "interesting Momma, this that I found is very interesting". I walk over and ask for it. He hands it to me and then I throw it away. Of course he cries a minute or two, but then it is over. Poor kid. I really thought that I had found ALL the Ms in the house. But he found it to be very interesting! (I and found it amazing that he brought it down to me and did not put it in his mouth).
Day 5: Daniel does not ask for the M all day. That night he even tells me "Momma, I am big. I do not need a Mitty. Those are just for babies". I give him a hug and tell him how proud I am of him.
Day 6: Daniel's left pointer finger gets slammed in a large metal door at our local pool after a fun day of swimming. He is crying on our way to the hospital to get an X-ray. He then tells me "Momma, I could REALLY use a Mitty right now!". What a funny guy!! That was the last I heard of it, but it was hard not to give in as I knew he was in so much pain. He ends up breaking the top bone in his finger (I will post a pic). Poor kid.
So he has been M free for over a week and has not asked about it again. So far so good. Now today we are weaning Jamesie as he has a major biting problem and has not taken a bottle since he was 2 months old. It has been fun week at the Richards house! Good thing Uncle Jayson and Aunt Lauren came up from Maryland this weekend to cheer us up a bit!! They left today and I promise to post some great pics from the B-day, our trips, and our visit with Jayson and Lauren.
Hope you are having a great summer!!!