Bye Binky

What is it about a piece of plastic with an attached rubber nipple that has my children so addicted. I totally understand addictions to chocolate or sleep, but to a binky... I'm not so sure.

Dallin had his binky until he was 4 years old. We essentially got rid of his before Claire was born, but when she came and had an addiction just as great as his, she ended up sharing her "stash" of binkys with her brother. I would look over to find baby Claire screaming next to Dallin who had a pink binky in his mouth.

We finally took all of his old binkys, put them in a large envelope and sent them to Santa Claus. We found out that Santa cares about binky remission and the next morning, he brought Dallin a fun train set and left it on the front porch. One binky addiction down. Here's the proof of the addiction:

Now it's Claire's turn for remission and it has been successful. We started out telling her that she could only have her binky at night, then got rid of them cold-turkey. She doesn't go to sleep as quickly and often complains of "bubbles" in her mouth that desperately need the binky, but bubbles and sleep deprivation aside, the binkys are gone. One less thing to forget while I'm out. One less $4 purchase at Target. One less thing to search for in the middle of the night.

Farewell Avent binkys...
So what did Claire choose as her prize for being such a big girl? She chose a baby... without a binky.

And a final shout out to my little Spencer who has refused the binky from day 1... thank you Spencer for saving me time, money and future remission headaches.