Famke's fun weekend left her worn out on Monday. She missed her Sunday afternoon nap because her mommy and daddy took her and Jonge to see Nemo on Ice. They LOVED it. Directly after that they came here to be guest at Great Nephew's First Birthday Party! They LOVED that, too.
I just adore how she is calling for her Binky. Her PINK binkie. There are two blue ones on the table. But it's her PINK one that she needs when life gets tough.
And, yes. I dealt with her having poked colored pencils at her brother. I put her to bed. Which is what she wanted anyway. And no more colored pencils or pointy objects for the rest of the day.
On this particular Monday I had no two-at-a-time nappers. Two-at-a-time POOPERS, yes. Nappers, no. And one most inappropriately timed nose bleed. That was my contribution to the mayhem.
Somedays I wish I had a binky of my own.
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"Where are you pink binky?"...I love it and often feel the same way.
My grandson, now 9, called his Binkies by colors, too. He would wake up in the middle of the night and say "where's orange".
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