Binky Blues

Both boys had dentist appointments this week.  And as you may have seen from my other blog, Henry has an extra front tooth on top.  Basically, he'll lose his front teeth, a third rogue baby tooth will grow in and soon fall out and then his grown up teeth will come in.  They will come in crooked.  And then when he is old enough, he will get braces.

The dentist also inspired him to give up his binky.  This morning, prompted by his brother's harassment and his own courageous daring, he threw all his binkies in the trash can.  The binky fairy is supposed to come tonight and leave him a present.  He is excited in theory.

But it's naptime now and he is not really feeling the whole "binky in the trash equals present from a fairy" mojo anymore.  That kid is super upset and has been crying over it for the past 10 minutes.  I sort of want to give him a binky.  Because he's my baby and I want him to be a baby as long as possible.  But that doesn't seem very responsible of me as a parent -- seeing as he threw it away of his own accord. 

Can I also just say that, while I am excited for my Sam to be in first grade all day and for Henry to be starting preschool and for all the adventures that lie ahead for them, I'm going to miss the lazy days of summer.