Saturday night I decided it was time. I told Sage that it was the right moment to give her binkies up for some babies who need them. She wasn’t biting.
That is, until I said that we could send them to Margot.
(Ignore the fact that Margot has never actually taken a binky. Eh, details.)
And so as we did with Thalia two years ago, we put those well-used pacifiers in an envelope to “mail them to Atlanta.” I asked Sage what she wanted to say to Margot and I would write it on the envelope for her.
I guess I was feeling daring because we decided to ditch the bottles the very same night. And considering we’ve now made it a full 48 hours including last night’s extended PukeFest 09 double feature, I think I can safely say we’re done. No bottles, no binkies, no frantic late-night searches for either.
Am I supposed to be sentimental about this? Because I’m not. Not even one bit.