Big Boy, No Binks

It's been a loooonnnggg time coming, some may even say way too long in coming, but Peter is officially done with binks! And there is something to be said for good timing, or waiting until someone is ready, or heck, just good karma, because this was the all time easiest transition we've ever had. I noticed that Peter had bitten a pretty sizable hole in his binkie, and I worried he was going to choke on it in the night, so I snipped it off. In the morning, he came into my room, and with no drama whatsoever told me his binkie had a hole in it. I told him the Binkie Fairy must have come, and that since he was done with binkies he could pick out a toy from the toy store. Well, that night he went to bed without shedding a tear, fell right asleep, and hasn't looked back. We got the most awesome race track as a special treat, and it's definitely filled the void any binkie might have left. I'm not sorry to see those binkies go, but I am a little nostalgic that we've taken another step away from babyhood, and further into boyhood. He's surely a big boy now!