...wish us luck. I have a ton to post about and lots of pictures, but my treadmill is a calling my name and I'm trying to finish up my next 5 LOs so I can post them tomorrow. (Ok, I'll add that American Idol is ALSO calling my name).
But... Al decided last night that it time to break the binky. I say Al decided because I am perfectly happy feeding the binky obsession until she is 5. Ok, not really, but I am way more lax about it than he is. This is our second attempt. We tried for 5 days in August and gave up because we had company coming into town. Now, she is in her bed sobbing for her "bintia" and it is breaking my heart. Poor thing. We totally should have done it sooner, like we did with Carter. But we didn't want to take it away right before we moved and then time kind of got away from us. So now we have to suffer. Really, it's only M and I that are suffering because Al couldn't care less. Cold, heartless daddy. Just kidding. We made big production and ceremony about throwing it away tonight. I'm pretty sure she didn't get it or she certainly wouldn't have chucked it so willingly.
We'll see how it goes.
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Good luck! What age should they get rid of it?
Looks like this was the crisis of last night...
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