Blog-Stedman had the boys almost all weekend so that I could go do something fun. Very fun. I received a call on Saturday late afternoon that went a little like this:
Ummmmm…
Hello? Is everything OK?
Oh yes, I just have a question.
Sure, what is up?
Rhett (2) just went to the bathroom by himself and he made me leave the bathroom and shut the door.
Ya, he does that to me too.
When I returned to the bathroom he had pooped and peed.
Good.
And he was sitting on the toilet all bent over with his head between his legs.
OK…
And then he said this, “I dropped my B (binky) down theeeeerrreeee.”
*trying not to laugh hysterically* So, did you flush the binky?
No, I fished it out and put it in a plastic bag.
OK.
But…I am not sure what to do with it now.
You could wash it or put it in the dishwasher…
Yuck. I don’t think I want to know what you are going to do with it.
Don’t worry I will take care of it when I get home.
For additional adventures in fatherhood, please go visit PapaTV. His sweet little girl was born last week and she is already emailing him.
Please resume your Monday as if potluck had actually happened…
Thanks for sharing (I would have flushed). It was time for the binky to go. On blog advice, I checked out Bye-Bye-Binky.com (not only was it free, but they didn’t even ask for my email, thank goodness). We followed the poke and cut steps and three days later she was done, and the decision was hers. She even refused a binky at daycare yesterday! I tried to give her one during a major meltdown last night, but it seems even I have lost one of my best soothing tools (lol, it’s all good though). Thanks again for your blog. Kind Regards, Jill
Gross. Gross. Gross. Gross. And hilarious that it happened to HIM!!
What did you do that was fun? Very fun?
KEEP BELIEVING
So wonderful that you got away!!
Was it solid gold? Even at that, I think we would have just gone with the burial at sea.
And congrats to Nanny Goat. The write-in campaign was brilliant!
And I was going to bring banana bread!
And, ummmm, you could throw the binky away and buy a new one.
Oh my gosh, I am STARVING!!! If a strong wind comes, I may blow away! Hurry…bring on the food! Maybe I’ll just nibble on the veggie tray I brought with me…
I’m sorry but the binky has GOTS to go, Holly.
R.I.P. Binky
that was good. 🙂
we had to have our septic sucked… (LOL) anyway… when we took the lid off I saw a binky in it… and JOKINGLY asked my husband if he would get it for me so I could wash it for the girls since we were always loosing them (which was true, we always lost them!) he just shook his head and walked away. but to my surprise he was going to look for something to retrieve the binky. What a good daddy he is!!
JUST KIDDING!! he only shook his head and walked away. 🙂
hope you had a great weekend.
xoxoxox
He should have just flushed it. You have boys. It wouldn’t have been the first thing that was flushed that shouldn’t have been. 🙂
I am not sure what potluck is because I just started reading this blog, but I am laughing my head off because blog Stedman doesn’t want to wash the binky in the dishwasher : ). So funny. And typically manly. What is wrong with them anyway? I love mine to pieces, but boy, is he wierd : )!