No More Binkys

This post sounds wierd, I know. Emma is our child who fell in love with her binky at first sight. She would not let it go-We had her down to only having it at night and the occasional time during the day, but come on, she's almost three and it is bad when we can't understand what she's saying 'cause she has a piece of rubber in her mouth. We finally had to get rid of it. We had a "Binky Party" for Emma on Sunday. I made a cake in the shape of a binky/pacifier and put "Emma, the binky graduate" on it. We had a big get-together with the family and put Emma in front of a garbage can. We sang, in the tune of "Happy Birthday," a song about Emma not needing a binky and blah,blah,blah (we were wingin' it). We took some pictures as Emma threw away one binky at a time. Now this sounds bad-like we gave her a ton of them, but here's the deal. I would not be able to find them-they would just disappear, so I thought over the last year, okay, when they're gone, they're gone. Well, one day when I was washing Emma's sheets, I found her binky stash under her matress. She had been hiding them and sucking on them when we weren't looking. Smart little girl, I know. We continued on with the party by clapping and cheering as she got rid of all of the binkys and finished the night off with her blowing out the candle and eating cake and icecream. I know this sounds a bit over the top, but whenever Emma brings up that she wants a binky, or "she's a baby, not a big girl and needs a binky," we remind her of her binky party and that she threw them away. After a glare from her, she hmphs to herself and moves on. What an odd, but memorable celabration that was.