Julie writes once a week or so on a blog called Beyond the Binky. On it, she channels Lyla's thoughts about various toys, ending each post by ranking the toy on a scale of one to five binkies.
The binky, or pacifier if you wish, is Lyla's gold standard for toy quality. Nothing is more fun or satisfying than a binky. If I placed a pile of binkies on one end of the room, sat with Julie on the other end, and positioned Lyla in the middle, we would get rejected faster than meatloaf at a vegetarian potluck. If Lyla knew what marriage was, she would want to marry a binky.
So anyway, we're thinking of taking away her binkies. With teething and getting sick, she's been binky-crazy lately, and I wonder if she's becoming addicted, like a meth head. She'll be a one-year-old in just over two weeks, so maybe we'll hide all the binkies as a backhanded birthday present. But will taking them away now give her a complex, make her a thumb sucker into adulthood?
Many babies lose interest in binkies by the time they're two years old. It seems to me that waiting that long is like flipping a coin. Heads, your baby is normal and stops the binky on her own. Tails, your baby becomes a lifelong binky addict and robs convenience stores in order to buy more binkies.
Now I need a binky.
1 comment:
How can Lyla- I mean Julie- write the Beyond the Binky if Lyla really IS beyond the binky? That seems very tragic for some reason. Perhaps you could compromise and give her the binky just at bedtime. If you'd like any additional unsolicited parenting advice, please just let me know.
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