This morning, just after Bug awoke, we talked binkies. I told her it was time that her binkies went bye bye. We gathered all seven. Sitting on the kitchen floor, I asked her to put her binkies in a bag. She dutifully tested each one before unceremoniously throwing it into the bag, which was then tied shut.
After one final goodbye and a parting shot, Bug threw the bag into the trash can in the garage.
Bug was practically weaned off her binkies, using them only while sleeping. Then we shook up her world with the packing and the traveling and the hotel and the new house. They've been a comfort to her. It is for this reason that today was not the end of the binky fest, just a step down. In exchange for the seven binkies, which she had started carrying around everywhere in a little yellow purse that has "L is for Ladybug" stitched on it (aka "The Binky Bag"), she received two new ones in a size more appropriate for her age.
Another new change in the house is Bug's fish.
Meet Bish. That's not Bish for Bug's Fish -- although that certainly applies -- but for how Bug says "fish." We scoured our town yesterday looking for a place that sold goldfish, and ended up having to take a ride into Anchorage to visit WalMart.
Bug loves her Bish. She loves to watch him. She loves to feed him, one flake at a time, and yell "Eat!" at him. She loves to point out the different colors of rocks in the bottom of the aquarium. She'll stand on a chair next to the kitchen sink doing this, giving me a chance to get dishes done.
The original plan was to keep Bish in Bug's room or the playroom once our stuff is delivered. I think he's going to stay in the kitchen, though.
