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Christmas 2010, Lorraine was 15 mos. |
That thing hanging out of Lorraine's mouth is a Pacimal. Basically a stuffed animal attached to a binky. The binky pops off a sewn on base so you can wash the animal. She originally had three of them, a pig, a cat and the bear. The other two have been lost over the past year so bear is the lone survivor. He's been her cure-all for these 23 months of her life and I'm so glad she had him during all of her medical tests/treatments/etc to help her cope. She hasn't been as dependent on him lately so we decided it was time to get rid of the "paci" part.
Two nights ago at bedtime we couldn't find bear (he's always being stashed somewhere weird by Lorraine, Pantry shelves, closets, under the recliner) so I told Lorraine I didn't know where he was and gave her a stuffed kitty instead. She seemed to take this answer as acceptable and went right to sleep, no problem. She did have a little trouble in the middle of the night but did ok. The next day at nap time didn't go so well. She was demanding her bear (I had found him by now, but was keeping him hidden.) I cut off the binky so I couldn't go back and gave him to her explaining "binky's all gone." She was NOT happy about this, finally she settled down and I left her to fall asleep. A few minutes later I heard her crying "Oh, bear!" over and over. When I peeked in she was holding him, looking him in his bear face and shaking him while she cried "Oh, bear!" It was hilarious and heartbreaking, like she couldn't believe this betrayal, that her best buddy would be so irresponsible as to lose his binky. Thankfully she calmed down shortly thereafter, went to sleep and hasn't had a problem since.
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Bear's sad state now. |
I have mixed feelings about giving up the binky. No binky, starting potty training soon, its so sad that she's not a tiny baby anymore. I hate that they have to grow up. But I'm glad to be rid of bear, I hated that guy always hanging off her face, searching for him 100 times a day when Lorraine would look at me with a concerned look and say "Uh, go?" and locating him somewhere in our bed several times during the night. (Yes, she still sleeps with us, hoping to get her in her own bed soon too.) In the end bear is definitely a keepsake, that filthy little thing has been such a help to us in his two short years.
If only Marie wasn't so in love with the binky too, we'll have to do this all over again some day! Speaking of Marie, here's a picture just because. This outfit cracks me up.