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Why the grumpy face? It’s Friday!
These things no longer have a place in our nap and bedtime routine!
Half of me wants to shout Hallelujah from the rooftops now that we can leave the house without that stab of panic when you think you may not have grabbed a bink. You look in the diaper bag. Nothing. Check your purse. Nothing, and now you’re sweating. Then you check the center console of your car = Whew! There’s one. Thank God. That could’ve been a train wreck. Don’t miss that a bit!
But the other half of me is a little sad. It’s just another reminder at every nap and every bedtime that our baby is growing up. How did we get here?
Last week I was chatting with our daycare provider about which would come first, getting rid of the bink or making the transition to her big girl bed, and Jodi told me Georgia had been without a bink at daycare for a couple of months. Really? At that point, we couldn’t put her to bed that night and give her a bink. She was playing us. She didn’t really need it because she had been sleeping without it for months. She is a smart little 22 month old!
That night 8:00 rolled around, we did the bath, put her in her jammies and didn’t mention the bink. Oddly enough, she didn’t either. We put her to bed and it was just a few minutes before the crying started. Not for the bink, but just for us. One of us went up, calmed her down and a few minutes later, the same thing. After 3 or 4 times, she finally went to sleep. This same routine happened night 2 and night 3. At day 2, she also started throwing her lovie, blanket and bear out of the bed. Or she’d yell that she was “stuck,” but really had just stuck her legs through the spindles of the crib and yelled until we showed up. Like I said, smart.
Now we’re a week down the ‘No Bink Road’ and it’s better, but she still isn’t sleeping great and we have to go upstairs at least once to tell her it’s time for bed and help calm her so she can sleep, but it’ll get better right?
I love the fact that Jodi broke Georgia in for us, but it’s still hard, but I’m still glad we don’t have to rely on the bink. And that doesn’t even make sense. But it’s true.
Maybe a better title would be Bink-Less……
It’s been more than a month since I first started talking about piercing Georgia’s ears – and finally this weekend I worked up the nerve to do it!
The number of people who were willing to accompany me to pierce her ears – an activity that was sure to make her cry, and her sad face is really sad – was small. The hubs said no, so did my mom and sister, but his weekend my bff was in town, so I took the opportunity of having a willing party and took Georgia to the mall for the Big Event.
It started by signing a bunch of forms, hearing how to care for the earrings, and picking out the earrings Georgia was going to have to wear for the next 6 weeks. Then I sat in the chair with Georgia on my lap. It was Saturday afternoon so (of course) there was a line of people also waiting to get their ears pierced. I wasn’t quite sure if it was good for the other small girls to see what I thought would be a toddler meltdown and I even warned a couple of the moms, but they didn’t seem worried. So we had an audience.
The girl working at the store put dots with a marker on each of her ear lobes, then we all double checked that they looked even. Then it was go time. With a worker on each side of Georgia with a piercing guns posed over her ears, they said, “Ready, set, go,” and then with a loud click the earrings were in. Georgia jumped and squeaked just a little, but really quickly the worker offered Georgia a sucker and a sticker and Georgia was fine! That was it. It was over and she wasn’t sobbing. I couldn’t beleive it. I, on the other hand, was sweating profusely, but she was good to go. Amazing.
We got ice cream anyway because I was feeling a little guilty, but so far she hasn’t touched them, told us they were sore and doesn’t fight me when I clean them.
I was so worried, but it ended up being more stressful for me, than her. She’s a rockstar!
Before the piercing with Auntie Rachel (and the rug burn on her forehead and nose she got on Friday falling up the stairs. Yes, up!)
Right after with her sucker and no tears!
Eating ice cream
The next day rockin’ a big girl pony to show of her new bling bling!
A while back I heard about an initiative called World Book Night. On their website they describe their goal as, “Spreading the love of reading, person to person.” As soon as I read that, I knew I wanted to be a part of the night. Anyone could apply to ‘give’ books by writing a short essay and then choose from an amazing list of books which one they most wanted to share with others. I applied and was chosen!
The book I get to share? The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot. Just recently I read the book in one of my book clubs and was struck by the impact one person had on the most amazing advances in science – and most of them without the knowledge of her family – until recently. It’s a story about the struggle between science and humanity, what is ‘yours’, and who decides that helping the ‘greater good’ is the right thing to do – with or without consent from the ‘donor.’ It was fascinating – and even more so because it’s a true story and the family is still trying to work through all of the emotions and issues dealing with Henrietta’s cells.
So why am I telling you all this? Because I need to decide where the books are going! I get 20 copies of the book and can share them however I like. In my essay I said I wanted to share them with women in shelters around Iowa and around the country, knowing that I was going to put a call out on here and on my Facebook for causes that were worthy.
Who do you think deserves this book? A shelter in your community? A school in your town? Hospital? A library?