Dressing Hughie this morning was a lot like (you know what's coming, it's my favorite phrase) stapling jello to a tree. Or herding cats. Kicking, screaming, crying, you name it. He does, however, love putting his shoes on. As soon as he's dressed he stops crying, grabs his shoes and hands them to me saying, "shoos?"
Perhaps his behavior is what my dad has described as "binkie withdrawal." This weekend when my parents were watching Hugh they locked the keys in the van along with Hughie's binkie. The same binkie that he carries around two at a time in case he would, perchance, drop one - he's got back up. The binkie that's pretty much been in his mouth non-stop since his birth. So, he went to bed without a binkie and SURVIVED. We immediately jumped at the opportunity to have the binkie fairy come and take it away forever. Night # 2 wasn't as easy as the first, so we had to call the binkie fairy and ask that she return said binkie. She did, but on the condition that Hughie ONLY use it at nap and bedtime. So, here we are. Binkie-withdrawal. It's going to be rough, but he'll be better for it in the long run.
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