Say, bye bye bink.
I made the decision to cut out the pacifier Why? Two reasons. One of which being that I needed some blogging material and second being I am reading some book and it told me to.
And I always do what I am told.
So I took out the scissors and cut the tip off the bink....
And then I gave it to her...and recorded a video of it.
I didn't have the heart to post the video because it is heart breaking.
But in a matter of minutes, I witness all the stages of grief. First came shock and disbelief. She pulled the bink from her mouth, inspected it, and stared at me in shock. Waiting for moma to fix it. Next came pain, she started crying and trying to put it in her mouth, just to take it back out again.
At this point, I put her in her crib and explained to her that she was a big girl and that she didn't need a broken bink. And then I left her to work it out for a bit.
I returned just a short few minutes later to try to calm her down. Then came anger. She chucked the pacifier at me. Seriously, it zinged pasted my head. I think she could give Greinke a run for his money with her arm. Then she started in with the "NOOO MOMMY NOOOOOOO!". I had to walk out because I was about to start laughing. (I'm a good mom)
Her anger turned to tears, and her cries grew shorter and quieter. I went back in and told her I loved her and that I was proud of her. A few minutes after slipping out of her room, she reached acceptance and drifted off to sleep---with broken bink in hand (not mouth).
This all took place in about 14 minutes. The same amount of time it took me to birth her (that's right I said it). We do things quick around here.
I hear, this process should take about 3 days because she will truly come to accept that this is her new way of life. The two things separating her from babyhood/ and toddlerhood is her diaper and crib. Both of which will be a part of her life for a little while longer. I can't say I am disappointed in this. As cool as it is to watch her grow, I can't believe how big she is-and I don't want her to grow up too quick.
And a moment to brag on my kid. And totally switch gears.
Haley knows what she wants. She just doesn't know how to communicate it without screaming at me. So today, my mom was over for a visit. And Haley wanted down on the floor and started fussing indicating that she had a want/ need. I had no idea what it could be until she walked straight over to the cabinet with the crayons and started trying to open the cabinet while fussing. So I got the colors out for her and she was a happy camper. That is a baby step. Now if I can get her to understand that she doesn't have to cry, she can just show me or tell me and I will provide if it is appropriate. Then just a few minutes later, she started doing the same thing, so I watched her as she pointed to the TV. She wanted to watch one of her shows (she gets to watch two shows a day, 30 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the afternoon). I turned the TV on for her and once again, she was happy as can be. This is great! And it is totally progress from her just walking up to me screaming because that clearly doesn't tell me exactly what she needs. Baby steps....
Also, in case you missed the memo..all my fitness stuff is now being dumped at this blog:
secondstringhero.blogspot.com
I enjoy the networking, support, and reflection time for fitness stuff (I think most people do...case in point: Weight Watchers!), but have come to understand how annoying it is to people who frankly, could care less. So this gives you all the power. You wanna read about my journey to fitness and lifetime health....go for it. If not, don't read it. You have the power.
P.S. I just ate a THIRD a pan of brownies and I am not even kidding. So don't be fooled---I am struggling. Thank you PMS.
I made the decision to cut out the pacifier Why? Two reasons. One of which being that I needed some blogging material and second being I am reading some book and it told me to.
And I always do what I am told.
So I took out the scissors and cut the tip off the bink....
And then I gave it to her...and recorded a video of it.
I didn't have the heart to post the video because it is heart breaking.
But in a matter of minutes, I witness all the stages of grief. First came shock and disbelief. She pulled the bink from her mouth, inspected it, and stared at me in shock. Waiting for moma to fix it. Next came pain, she started crying and trying to put it in her mouth, just to take it back out again.
At this point, I put her in her crib and explained to her that she was a big girl and that she didn't need a broken bink. And then I left her to work it out for a bit.
I returned just a short few minutes later to try to calm her down. Then came anger. She chucked the pacifier at me. Seriously, it zinged pasted my head. I think she could give Greinke a run for his money with her arm. Then she started in with the "NOOO MOMMY NOOOOOOO!". I had to walk out because I was about to start laughing. (I'm a good mom)
Her anger turned to tears, and her cries grew shorter and quieter. I went back in and told her I loved her and that I was proud of her. A few minutes after slipping out of her room, she reached acceptance and drifted off to sleep---with broken bink in hand (not mouth).
This all took place in about 14 minutes. The same amount of time it took me to birth her (that's right I said it). We do things quick around here.
I hear, this process should take about 3 days because she will truly come to accept that this is her new way of life. The two things separating her from babyhood/ and toddlerhood is her diaper and crib. Both of which will be a part of her life for a little while longer. I can't say I am disappointed in this. As cool as it is to watch her grow, I can't believe how big she is-and I don't want her to grow up too quick.
And a moment to brag on my kid. And totally switch gears.
Haley knows what she wants. She just doesn't know how to communicate it without screaming at me. So today, my mom was over for a visit. And Haley wanted down on the floor and started fussing indicating that she had a want/ need. I had no idea what it could be until she walked straight over to the cabinet with the crayons and started trying to open the cabinet while fussing. So I got the colors out for her and she was a happy camper. That is a baby step. Now if I can get her to understand that she doesn't have to cry, she can just show me or tell me and I will provide if it is appropriate. Then just a few minutes later, she started doing the same thing, so I watched her as she pointed to the TV. She wanted to watch one of her shows (she gets to watch two shows a day, 30 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the afternoon). I turned the TV on for her and once again, she was happy as can be. This is great! And it is totally progress from her just walking up to me screaming because that clearly doesn't tell me exactly what she needs. Baby steps....
Also, in case you missed the memo..all my fitness stuff is now being dumped at this blog:
secondstringhero.blogspot.com
I enjoy the networking, support, and reflection time for fitness stuff (I think most people do...case in point: Weight Watchers!), but have come to understand how annoying it is to people who frankly, could care less. So this gives you all the power. You wanna read about my journey to fitness and lifetime health....go for it. If not, don't read it. You have the power.
P.S. I just ate a THIRD a pan of brownies and I am not even kidding. So don't be fooled---I am struggling. Thank you PMS.
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