The Big White Farmhouse

So baby J LOVES his binky (that’s our name for his pacifier).  This is new territory for us: M never took one and D was so-so about his and actually weaned himself off before he turned a year.  But J…well he’s a different story.
He uses it for all naps and bedtimes, and honestly would have it all day long if I let him.  J and his bink are BFFs.

Notice I said “bink”.  Singular.  At one point, we had four of them. But for about six weeks, we’ve been working with only one.  One!  Now this where you non-mammas will think I’ve lost my mind, while you current mammas will nod your head and understand the madness.  First, there is only one specific brand he likes…no use trying to convince him otherwise.  I am constantly on my hands and knees searching for that silly thing.  You will frequently hear in my house, “First one to find the bink wins ________”.  There are text messages and e-mails to my husband, telling him I’ve lost it AGAIN and to say a prayer before I go crazy.  There are countless jokes that it needs to have a beep function, so I can find it when it’s at the bottom of the toy basket or between the seat cushions.

Why do I put myself through this madness?  So last night, after baby J literally threw his binkie off the deck, never to be seen again, I bit the bullet and bought another pack.    We’ll wean him off soon enough.  But this mamma needs a happy baby and a Diet Coke! 

Please tell me I’m not alone in this crazy binky madness!  🙂

P.S. I found another mama in the pacifier craziness!  Find her words here.