No more Kinkie!

On Sunday night driving home from SLC Trav and I were talking. I told him that I was DONE with Mason's binky. I was sick of him throwing it and crying to have it back. He was being suck a little stinker!

When we got home I was cleaning out the van and Travis went to put the kids down. After I got done I went inside and I could hear Mason crying-he never cries when he goes to bed- So I asked Trav what the deal was. He just said, "I thought you said we were done with the binky."

It wasn't until that point when I realized why he still had it.-Not because He needed it, but because I actually liked it! Yes I had to admit that I liked him having his binky as much as he did! I loved that when he would cry, go to bed, or when we were driving I could give him his binky and he was good as gold.

So here I am. No more binky and I must say it hasn't been too bad. I cut off all the binkies I could find(so I wouldn't be tempted to give it back to him), and left them on the table. The next morning when we woke up he spotted it and tried to put it in his mouth. "Bokin mama," is all that he would say. I took a look at it and said, "yep it is. Put it in the garbage because its broken." And he did!