My brain is in overdrive and by the end of the day I'm in full-on melt-down-mode. Not only have I been pulling my hair out at the office, but this week Super Spawn has given up his last bit of babyhood.
Yes, my Super Spawn is officially a big boy.
He gave up his binky.
Now, I know this may not seem like a big deal, but it's huge to us. I've been trying to get rid of that binky for a solid year. It has been torture. I've tried everything to get him to let go of that thing. Bribing him, poking a hole in the end, going cold turkey, candy...I've tried it all.
Then Monday night we couldn't find one. I just knew that meant I was in for a long night of tears. I went for it anyway, I told Super Spawn, "Well, your binky is lost. But that's okay because you are such a big boy that you don't need it anymore, and that makes Mommy so proud."
And he hasn't asked for it again.
I'm elated! But at the same time, I'm so sad. My tiny little barely six pound baby is a 38 pound big boy who can spell his name, do simple addition, and read simple words!
Where does the time go?