Bye-Bye Binky!

It's finally here. The moment I have been dreading for the past year and a half. . . taking away the binky. Let's just make something clear right from the start. Yes, Neeley loved her binky, but I loved it much, much more! It has never let me down when I really needed it. When Neeley was tired, it put her to sleep. When she was crying, it instantly shhhhed her. When I just needed a moment of peace and quite, who did I turn to first? The binky. So farewell ol' pal! You have been there when I really needed you most. Your beautiful shades of pink and purple have given me peace of mind the last year or so. You have been on top of my list of "Things I Cannot Live Without". I have searched for you in places I have never dared venture before. I have reached into crevices and dark, dirty places just to find the comfort that only you can bring. So long, dear friend! Hopefully you will be forgotten by the time the new baby comes. We can only hope.

OK, so now that I've gotten that off of my chest, here's the rest of the story.

I decided to take away Neeley's binky four days ago. Yes, it was probably one of the hardest parenting decisions I have had to make so far. She pretty much got rid of her own bottle when she was ten months old, but she has had a major binky addiction, and therefore, so have I. It was pretty much an instant fix for any situation . . . sad, exhausted, excited, scared. All I had to do was "give her the plug" and life was good. She would suck so hard on her binky, it would make the loudest, funniest noises. Then she would take a fringe from her fleece blanket and tuck it under her binky against her top lip and rub her nose with another fringe. It was the cutest thing ever!

It has been a rough few days. She has a hard time settling down to take a nap or go to bed at night. She just doesn't know what to do. I will say that it has went better than I thought it would. Wish us luck!

What the?

Where in the world did she learn to do this? The other day I was vacuuming my bedroom, and in walks Neeley with a pink pistol tucked in her diaper. What? It's not like we watch John Wayne movies all the time. She is obsessed with Toy Story, so maybe she learned it from Woody. Who knows? It really was hilarious, though.

Easter

So I'm a little behind? I try, I really do, but time seems to just fly by! This year Easter was a lot of fun! Neeley loved coloring Easter eggs, and let's just say that Dad has way more patience than Mom. Neeley would drop an egg in one color, and then take it out and put it in another. She is quite the little artist.
She wasn't sure what to think on Easter morning until she discovered there was candy in her basket. Then it was all over. Since I am such a mean mom, I tried to keep her from eating all of her candy in one sitting. BUT if Mom says "no", just ask Dad. I think Neeley had a sugar high for three days.

It is so much fun having a little one. I honestly have a hard time remembering what life was like without her. What in the world did I do all day?

Phase 10

The Robertson's have a major Phase 10 addiction. It started last summer while we were camping. We actually played for seven, yes seven, hours in one day. We did take potty breaks and a lunch break. You might be asking what the kids did while the adults played. I honestly don't remember. . . probably started fires and played with knives.

Anyhoo, we played Saturday night and again last night after Sunday dinner. I am pretty much the loser every time. I don't think I have ever won, and Brian is sure to rub it in. For the record, he never wins either.

The Great Shed Hunter!

Well, first of all I am about the worst blogger ever! I am now officially a stay-at-home mom, so hopefully I will get better at this.

Anyway, I thought I would post a few pictures of my husband and his latest shed antler finds. He is pretty much a crazy maniac this time of year. He breathes, eats, and sleeps horn hunting. I, myself, don't know what is so fun about hiking day after day, in the freezing snow and mud, to try to find a stupid horn that has fallen off the head of a stupid deer/elk. Stupid.

He is posing in these pictures because he wants to put them on some horn hunter website. http://www.tinesup.com/ for any of you crazy "shed heads" that might want to check it out.