The Bink is no more.
I guess it was time, he's going to be four in six months. He had it the longest of all three boys. Part of me really didn't want to take it away from him. He's my last baby. I want to bottle him and keep him three and a half forever.
I love his chubby toddler hands.
I love the little bit of baby fat that lingers on his thighs.
I love the way he pronounces the word hippopotomus. It comes out more like "hippomopotombs."
I love the sound of his sweet baby voice when he calls me Mommy.
I don't have binky issues. It never bothered me. But it sure bothered the old biddies in the grocery section of Wal-Mart who loved to say things like, "You're too old to have a binky." Good manners prevented me from smacking them upside the head with a bag of frozen peas. But good manners did not prevent me from saying, "We love binkies. After all, with a binky in your mouth you can't say rude things to complete strangers."
Bye-bye, baby. Hello little man.
August 3, 2007
Look to the finish!