I haven’t had much luck getting rid of the bee-bahs. I’ve about decided to go with the “Well, he won’t take it to prom…” comeback and be done with it. We have made some progress. Bee-bahs have not left the house in many weeks. Bee-bahs are being firmly sucked as a little Memmy wanders out of bed bleary-eyed every morning. After a quick cuddle, he’ll try to tell me something. So, I take out the bee-bah “to understand him better” and amazingly it doesn’t go back in until naptime. That’s a start.
I was feeling rather inadequate with the fact that he doesn’t need a bee-bah at daycare. Well, I finally got the story and felt a little better…
Me – How do you take naps at daycare without a bee-bah?
Mem – (matter of fact) She ways wiff me.
Me – Who does?
Mem – (with complete confidence) Ah-ways somebody ways by me until I go to sweep.
Hah! I’m not the only one who has fallen for his pretty smile and sweet stories! I feel a little better that they have only really replaced the bee-bah and that his daycare teacher spoils him like a mamma. It’s funny that his being a little spoiled makes it much easier to leave him in the mornings.