The Joooooo

Since he started talking, Ryan has called his binky a "Joooooo." I don't know why. I don't pretend to know why. That's just the way it is. Despite it's odd name- Ryan loves his binky. When it was bed-time or nap-time, his face just lit up when you handed him his "Joooooo." But he's two. He's technically past two. And it was time to let it go.

So- we gave him a pair of scissors and his Joooooo, and let him have at it. Sure enough- he snipped the end off without thinking twice.

Of course after it was done- he sat there and gave Shaun a look that said, "What the crap did you let me do that for!??!" He stuck it in his mouth and tried to suck on it- but to no avail. He told us it was ick and that it had to go in the garbage.

Off to the garbage he trotted, Jooooo in hand. And he chucked it. Leash and all. I tried to save the leash since Kate could still use it- but he wasn't having it. He took it back from me and told me it was all ick. And off he went to bed. He didn't say a word about it until the next morning. When he went promptly to the garbage to fish it out. I had pulled it out the night before and put it with Ty's old binky.

I don't know why I save them. It makes me sad every time I see Ty's... I guess I'm just never ready for them to grow up. It's like it takes me by surprise. I know they're two. I know they're ready to give it up- but when it comes time to actually take the binky away... I have a really hard time with it. I even cried this time. Ryan has always let us baby him a little bit- it goes back to when he was in the NICU- he was always just this little baby- and now- it's like I just turned around and he's walking and talking and having opinions... Sometimes I wish he could just go back to being my little binky baby.