Showing posts with label ELMO. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ELMO. Show all posts

How Not to Take Away Your Baby's Binky



If you Google how to take away the binky, i.e. how to steal the one comfort item your child has had since birth right out from under them, you will be met with a mere 228,000 results. All of them are cruel and unusual.

I mean, cut the tip off? Why don't you just behead one of their stuffed animals while you're at it?

And dip it in something nasty tasting? Probably going to give them a sauerkraut complex for life, but go right ahead.

Then there's the binky fairy. Even the tooth fairy doesn't believe in her.

I never liked any of these methods, so instead we tried our own. And let me tell you, my husband and I, we collectively Sucked, capital S for emphasis. You will not find our methods on any baby websites anytime soon because frankly, we'd be sued. We'll keep them right here on this blog where no one can find them and I guess all you parents out there can just go back to beheading binkies and dipping pacis in pickle juice.

Here's our top 5 "what not to dos."

Mistake #1. Elect to de-pacify on the 4th of July weekend. Pop. Pop. Pop go the fireworks. Crack. Crack. Crack go the cans of beer we needed to save our sanity. I thought my 2-year-old would be the first kid to stay away 24 hours in a row. While the Guinness record would be nice, just no.

Mistake #2. At least I've read the websites mentioned above and knew the "tried and true" methods. My husband decided to go rogue with his idea. Our toddlers room features an owl theme, therefore we have a decorative cage in her room. Dad decided to lock the binky in the see-through cage and act like he couldn't get it out. Really? Imagine what our child thought. "Why did daddy lock my binky in a cage? How dumb is he? He knows I need that to sleep! And why is he so incompetent that he now can't get it out. Mommmmmm!!!" Once I caught wind of this odd jodi-mind trick he tried, I released the binky from captivity. Out of sight, out of mind, or so I thought.

Mistake #3. Find the most ear worm-inducing two-minute video on the internet about Elmo giving up his pacifier. Nice idea in theory, annoying as shit in practice. And you know how two-year-olds say "one more time" and you think they mean it? Mine fooled me with this at least four times before I caught on. By then, she had the song memorized and sang it for an hour straight after I left her room for the night.

Mistake #4. Keep a binky in the bottom of your purse. Sure, I'd forgotten it was there, but when I remembered, I was gung ho on handing it over a full two weeks after we'd taken it away because she still WOULD NOT STOP TALKING TWO HOURS AFTER WE PUT HER TO BED! Her name is Gabby and I did not find the coincidence humorous.

Mistake #5. Not having enough alcohol or will power on hand. Self-explanatory.

There you have it. This has been yet another, "What not to do as you raise your children," segment brought to you by the Lindquist family. You're welcome.

How To Get To Sesame Street ...Without Spending a Fortune

When I told my mother I was contemplating taking Faith to Sesame Street Live, she laughed a knowing laugh. When I asked her what that was all about, she just said, "You'll see."

I have very fond memories of SS Live, so I had no idea what she was talking about. After some further questioning (I am a former reporter mind you) she told me that all the kids really want is the cotton candy and Sesame Street swag once they get there. I quickly informed her that though her granddaughter is very smart, she can't quite string a sentence together to make demands like that so maybe taking her at age 1.5 is for the best. Turns out I'm right. Point moi. (I think this makes it like Mom: 7,422; Nicole: 4. We are now thinking about moving to Sesame Street. Here's how I made it affordable.

1) My sister-in-law, Nicki, got discounted tickets through her work. It was only $2 off a $19 ticket, but that's four dollars we could be spending at the casino...kidding...in Faith's piggy bank. Total for tickets: $34. And they were the best seats in the house in my opinion. See for yourself.

Just off the floor, up a couple risers, with room to put our kitchen sink.Thanks, Nicki!

It was difficult for my 22 pound baby to hold this sucker down.
Awesome photo taken by my life-saver, Nicki Davis :)
2) I didn't pay to park. Was it fun lugging Faith 1/3 of a mile? Not really. Were my arms burning by the time we got there? Yes really. But I'm cheap and it was a good workout. Sorry there's no picture. My hands were full.

3) I brought snacks and water. Unlike most events that put your purse through the ringer before you enter, Sesame Street security is quite generous. Faith had plenty of Goldfish, puffs and a banana to munch on, so we didn't end up spending a dime at the concession stand.

I'm sorry, but she's so freaking cute it's scary sometimes.
4) I brought no cash. This wasn't planned, I just never have any on me. I hope all the potential pick pockets who read this blog will leave me alone now. In all seriousness, it stopped my cotton candy impulse and most definitely stopped me from buying a $10 balloon. Let me repeat: a $10 BALLOON!


5) Nicki, aka Cameryn's mom, brought Cam's Elmo doll. I thought about bringing Faith's, but figured we might lose it. Thankfully, Elmo and Cookie tagged along with Cam and she was willing to share. That's what cousins, and sisters-in-law, are for. This saved me from having to buy an overpriced stuff animal/light up toy. Man, I'm starting to sound like a mean mom.


Grand total spent: $34, plus lunch afterwards, which was well-deserved.
The Sesame Street look on Faith's face when the characters came out and she said "BiBaCuukieAbbyOscurELMO," : Beyond priceless!

Cousin time with Cam: even better.

Future BFFs.