My son was a Binky Baby and a Binky Boy-not giving up his Mr. Binks until he was well past 3 (and it mysteriously got "lost").
When he was really tiny, and still sleeping in our room in the 2 bedroom home we started out in, his crib was at the end of our bed. Because that was, literally, the only spot in the whole house for it. There were always a couple of pacifiers in the crib. (of course, sanitized....cough, cough, he was a newborn and all...ahem) One morning, my husband walked by on his way to the shower and looked in at him. He had his cow binky in his mouth. Cow binky because it was yellow with little black spots on the white handle...I suppose it could have been Dalmation binky but... I digress. When he returned, he looked back in and James had normal Gerber binky in his mouth. Somehow our little itty bitty brand new baby had switched binks...
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Well, anyway, we thought it was cute and funny and genuis like at the time...
***awkward pause***
When he got older he would take the flippy handle of his binky and push it up underneath his nose. It always had to be this way. If you flipped it down (which I never did because that is mean and no way would I do that to my child...) he would immediately flip it back up and I...I mean another person...would laugh, and do it again. In later years reading here will probably give him some sense of why he is the way he is. He would smile with Binks in his mouth and you could only tell he was smiling because of his marvelous, daddylike dimples.
When he began to speak, it was to holler for "BINT!!!!!!" and then "BINK!!!!!!" and finally, "MR. BINKS!!!!!!"
The other amazing (or maybe not) thing was that you could hear him sucking on his binky from the living room at night when he was asleep in his crib. It was that roof of the mouth suctiony "Cuk, cuk, cuk" noise. This is actually the reason for this post. Last night, sleeping on the pullout with me (which he does not do and I am just making this up if you are one of the 9 year olds from his class reading this), I noticed that he still does that. He still sucks on an imaginary Mr. Binks...It brought tears to my eyes to hear that sound. I knew this on some level, because I often hear that "Cuk, cuk, cuk" coming from his room at night, but laying in bed watching his little mouth just made me bittersweet for my baby boy.
If he asks, I did not just tell you this.
