My Surrender

Yep... I admit it. My 16 month-old has done me in. I'm not too proud to admit my defeat.

I handed over her binky during her dinner tonight.
( Gasp ! )

When I arrived to pick Elaina up at the babysitter's house, she was so tired that she lay down on her coat as I was trying to put it on her. Once we got home, I already knew what our night entailed :
10 minute sit-down/cuddle time/ quiet time with a snack on the sofa watching Franklin (on Noggin) followed by a screaming/ crying / kicking dinner without a binky - starring Upset Mommy and Emotional- Wreck- Baby and to conclude our evening : a bath and books and bedtime.

Sounds great with the exception of the dinnertime fiasco. So, why not try to eliminate that from the get- go ? Sure. I waived my white flag and handed over her binky. She ate. No tears. Bite, Binky. Bite. Binky. She is like a binky-junkie in need of quick "fix" in order to function. Who knew that binkies are like crack for babies ? Now I know. I'm her "supplier."

Life is too short and there aren't enough hours in a day to spend with the ones you love the most. We'll work on this situation later and in the meantime, I'm going to do everything I can to enjoy my evening with my daughter and begin saving money for her braces.