Ummm, where do all the binkies go??

No, but seriously. Like socks in a dryer, they always seem to magically disappear. I don't even want to think of the obscene amount of money that has probably been spent in this household on these small little plastic (rubber???) contraptions. Not that I'm saying I don't love them. Hell, sometimes I think they rule my world just as much as the kids. 'Did you bring the binky?' 'where's the binky?' 'PLEASE, DEAR GOD, JUST TAKE THE BINKY AND BE HAPPY.' Such a small little thing, and so much power. I once had a playdate (if you can call it that when your child is only three months old and the only playing action going on was gossiping in between mouthfuls of salsa. Oh, okay, and brownies) ruined by a binky. Or rather, lack there of.

Our son has amazingly been off the binky (that's right 'been off of it' like it's some kind of drug. Because I think he was addicted. And I'm not gonna lie, so were we. Who doesn't love something that shuts your kid up? I mean, comforts him) for a few months now. I still have to pinch myself at the fact that they are gone. Well, sort of. Although we could never seem to find them when we needed one, one by one they are all coming out of their hiding spaces. Oh sweet little boy of mine, I don't give you nearly enough credit. Like a little chipmunk with its nuts, he's got these things hoarded all over the place. And the more the suckers show up, the more I realize WE were the suckers, shelling out more and more money on these things believing they were lost. Not to mention, he just so happens to "find" an old one at the most convenient times. Like the meltdown at Publix today. Oh, and lookie what we have found here buried inside of mommy's bag. A bag, mind you, I go in everyday and never come across said binky. So taking away the binky, of course only angers more. How convenient, little buddy of mine. I'm on to your tricks.

And just when you think you have finally rid yourself of the ball and chain that is a pacifier, along comes baby number two. So cute. So clever. Really princess, your crib is what? 2x5 ft? How in the heck to you manage to completely hide the damn thing from me every time I go in there to answer your insistent cries of "help, I have lost my binky and refuse to go back to sleep until you give it back to me". Of course as I stumble around in the dark, desperately feeling around for her binky. Time with a screaming child is like reading the time during a football game. While the clock may only read ten minutes have passed, in the real world you have already ordered your pizza, had it delivered, and are now about halfway through a box. In other words, it stretches on. I search, underneath her, on the floor, between the bumpers and mattress....you get the point. I give up and head into the living room, grab a pacifier I know is there and give her that one. Beginning the day with four binkies, I am now down to our last one. I'm not worried though, because I know that where there is a binky lost, another will be found.


Things I am grateful for today: Seeing the inside of a hospital helicopter during a show, and realizing we have been fortunate enough to never have had to see the inside of one before. The guy driving a truck finally realizing he was driving over the curb towards us and our stroller, and steering back onto the road to avoid hitting us. My BD getting up early and getting creamer for us. Oh yeah, and for making us vegan banana pancakes. And dealing with my cranky ass all day. =)

*And FYI, if you wanted to know how we finally got our son off the big B, we took his binky and slowly cut a little piece off at a time (well, one time happened to be a big chunk, so about three times), until he was left this little pathetic stub of a pacifier that he couldn't even keep in his mouth. It did the trick.