Binkies, breastfeeding and quotes

Bye-bye Binkie:
Today we are going binkie free for my big boy. He is 27 months old, it's time to call it quits. We attempted this a couple months ago and it was an epic failure. I am very determined to make it work this time.

We started by losing the binkie this morning. When he asked for it I made a big production of looking for binkie. After we couldn't find it for a while I sat him down and told him binkie must have gone bye-bye. When you get to be such a big boy binkie knows you don't need it anymore and it goes bye-bye. He was sort of ok with that until I tried to put him down for nap.

He asked for it again and I reminded him that it was gone and gave him his lovies. I told him that his lovies are special because they are his forever and will never go bye-bye. He fussed for a couple mintues then went to sleep. SUCCESS!

The challenge is going to be tonight and the next couple days. With any luck he will just let it go and be done with it. More likely it will be a battle.

My back up plan is this. If I get totally desperate in a couple days I will "find" binkie. BUT I'm going to cut the end off it. I've been told by several people that this works, that they just lose interest in it. If this too fails then we are going to take a trip to Build a Bear and make a "Binkie bear" together. He will pick out his special toy and put his binkie inside it instead of a heart, that way he always has binkie but in a different form. If that fails and Judah manages to cut the binkie out of the bear (I wouldn't put it past him) then we will have a binkie fly-away party. He likes balloons, it could work... One of these has to work right?!

ETA: Binkie bye-bye success! So naptime went well and tonight went spectacular! Judah started crying for his binkie. I started to remind him that binkie knows he's a big boy now and doesn't need it anymore, that he always has his lovies forever and always.

Then he starts telling us where binkie went in his mind. Apparently according to Judah, binkie went "way up in the sky. Very fast. To the moon." No idea where he came up with that, but hey we'll take it. Didn't even cry going to bed! Please Lord let it always be this easy!! Hizzah!

A day in the life:
So the other day I took the boys on some errands. We gt to King Soopers to fill a prescription and get groceries. I checked the clock, we should have plenty of time before Luke needs to nurse. WRONG! The line for the pharmacy was super long and the lack of movement woke the wee man up. I thought perhaps if I just continued shopping he'd fall back to sleep.

So I'm wandering the store with Judah screaming for  a damn cookie and Luke screaming in general. I grabbed 90% of my groceries. I had several idiots come up and tell me, "oh boy that's one upset baby! sounds like he's hungry." 1.) No shit Sherlock! How did you ever figure that one out?! 2.) What the hell do you expect me to do about it? 3.) Thank you, that is extremely unhelpful. If you hadn't noticed, I'm a mother of 2, that means I've done this before. I KNOW when my kid is hungry!

So I need to breastfeed the baby. Options: leave the groceries and take both kids to the car. Problem with that is it's 13 degrees and I already have most of the groceries and Judah is going to pitch a fit if I put him in the car, take him out again, get groceries again and then get the prescription, not going to happen. Option 2: find a place to nurse in the store. At any other store this would not be a problem. They have furniture sections, dressing rooms, etc. Easy. Kings though only does groceries. There is not one place to sit down. Option 3: women's bathroom.

So to the bathroom we went. I asked a cashier to watch my cart and took the boys in. I locked us in the handicap stall, whipped out the boob and spent the next 15 minutes feeding Luke while yelling at Judah to quit playing with the toilet and stop eating toilet paper. Oh and I was sitting on the floor, of a public bathroom, with my baby. When we got out of the stall, I put Luke on the changing table so I could wash Judah's hands. Out of one of the regular stalls comes a woman in crutches. Now I really feel like an asshole. Thankfully she's a mom too and totally understands. Still.

So we finish shopping and head home. Good times!

Now I'm just pissed off by the lack of friendliness to nursing mothers in business establishments. If breastfeeding is so "offensive" then provide me with somewhere to go so I don't have to do it in public. Next time I plan to just whip out the boob and keep shopping.

Operation Skinny Mama update:
I have managed to exercise almost everyday for the past week. Boy is my body tired and sore! On my 4th run post-partum I made it 5K! Woot woot! That is progress. So far the scale has not moved but we'll see. It may take sometime. Like I've said, I'm more focused on making milk these days, that is my priority. Though fitting into my regular jeans would be nice too.

Quotes of the week:
Judah: "Hot chocolate is yummy! Do you want some? I would like some hot chocolate please."
           "She just wants me for my body." Thanks to Uncle Chocolate for that one!
            "aww! Kitties are soft and cuddly. Nice kitty!" Judah snuggling a play-d'oh cat