The beginning of the end, of a love-hate relationship...

It all started on Monday, when on the way home from the Central Park Zoo, Asher dropped his beloved blanky, which I didn't notice until we got home. I think I was more upset about it than he was. When I put him down for his nap, he asked for it once, but I told him it was gone, and gave him a stuffed pig instead, and that seemed to make him happy enough. So, even though he seemed to be fine, I decided to purchase the one that I miraculously found on ebay (have always been on the look out for a replacement one to switch out for washing... never have found one). The biggest bummer, was that I was going to take his binky away on Tuesday (we had a babysitter Monday night), and what kind of mother would I be to take his binky away when his blanky was MIA?? So I decided to wait. Well, the replacement blanky arrived today, and he was so excited. He immediately asked for "bee-dee", as if the pair had been reunited and that was just the way things went... binky and blanky go together. I thought, "oh great, this is going to be pleasant..." I decided to go ahead with my plan to get rid of his binky anyway, so I told him that we were saying bye-bye to binky today, that we were going to throw it away in the garbage and that he wasn't going to have it anymore. So while I was feeding Sayer, I asked him if he wanted to throw it away for me (as kind of a practice for him for later), and he went and put it in the garbage, which he has done in the past, but just to be silly, so I didn't think much of it. He went and took it out a second later. He did this a couple of times, and then, surprisingly, he went and put it in the garbage, and never went and got it back out. I don't know if he forgot about it or what, but apparently that will be "bee-dee's" final resting place. When I went to put him to bed, he asked for "bee-dee" and I told him, "no Asher, no more binky, you threw it in the garbage, remember? It's all gone, we're not going to have it anymore." He didn't protest. We read some books, then he asked for it one more time, and I said the same thing, then put him in bed with his new blanky and the pig, and I didn't hear a peep out of him. 

....So, yeah... apparently he's fine... which is great, just not what I expected. I have to say, that it makes me a little sad. As much as I have hated doing the binky-search, I have loved the fact that Asher had something that made him feel better instantly, and something that he loved so much. When he would see binky lying of the floor he would exclaim "bee-dee", and his eyes would light up like he had just won the lottery... it really was like his best friend. But... he is over 2 years old, I have been concerned about the binky affecting his teeth, and I needed to get rid of it before we move Sayer into his room (as I was expecting a sob-fest), so it needed to be done, and now it is. Hopefully his positive attitude will hold up. I will definitely let you know how tomorrow and the rest of the week goes.