Maggie, back when the world was still a happy and innocent place. A time "before" Santa.
You see, someone (read Jere) thought it would be a GREAT idea for Maggie to give up her Nummies (read binky, pacifier, lala) to Santa. At first Maggie was alll for this. She smiled, she agreed, she thought it'd be a great plan. We worked it into our conversations for a good 2 days before Christmas, constantly reminding her what was coming. She seemed just fine with this idea. She would tell everyone that she was gonna leave her nummies for Santa. But THEN the time of reckoning came. It was Christmas Eve, around 8 p.m. and I informed Miss Muffitt that the time had come for bed, because Santa needed to come, and he couldn't do it while she was awake. So, she grabbed her night night and sippy and then promptly asked for her nummy. I gently reminded her that she had to leave her nummy for Santa. Because another brilliant moment in Jeres head was when he informed her that Santa NEEDED the nummies for a new baby. So, Maggies response was "oh Santa needs my nummy for a new baby?" I said yes and then she said "nooooo, I want my nummy in my mouth." I then suggested that perhaps we should write a letter to Santa. Maggie thought about it and decided this was a good idea. So, I started writing "out loud" and she sat on my lap. When I got about halfway through Maggie interjected her own words. She said "take them away." "Take them away Santa." Oh, and I have to back track and say, earlier in the day she informed me that Santa was her best friend. Guess not so much anymore. So anyway, I present you with the letter.
Oh how I WISH that was it. I can't tell you what a crap storm of CRAP the last 4 days have been. Naps are almost, completely impossible. Bed time is a drawn out sob fest that lasts almost an hour each night. She wants Max's nummy, 'cause why should he have one if she can't. But, in her sane moments, she will say; to whoever will listen..."Santa take my nummy, 'cause he need it for a new baby." She's not so bitter, somewhat resigned to it. But then the dreaded sleep time comes and all hell breaks loose again. My sanity is on the brink. But, we're sort of between a rock and a hard place here. I mean, Santa knows, he TOOK the nummies, a babies whole future is on the line here, we can't POSSIBLY give Maggie her nummies back. So, suffer through tirades and tears we must. Apparently her addiction and "fixation" was far greater than we even knew.
Someone please just tell me this will end SOON!! Tell me it was worth it. 'Cause this Mama is about to start her own bawl fest.
Thanks a lot Santa, and fooey to that needy new baby too!
Binkys and bawling,