Last night the "ba ba fairy" made a visit. This was her second visit to our house. The first time was when we wanted William to give up the "ba ba" {for those of you illiterate in toddler language, ba ba = bottle}
Davis is 27 months too old for a ba ba :) So yesterday afternoon as we sat and read some books, I calmly told her that the "ba ba fairy" would be coming tonight and taking the ba bas with her. She could still have her milk, but it would have to be in one of the sippy cups. She cocked her head, looked at me with a furrowed brow, and say "no mama, no" Again, I explained that I can't say no to the ba ba fairy. She needs the ba bas for other little boys + girls, and that she was a big girl now. She then hugged, or rather threw herself at me. No words, no tears, just a big hug.
It did help that William knew the story of the ba ba fairy and backed me up. I have kid cred now :) He told Davis that she came and took away his ba bas when he was little.
From all appearances, she looked like she was dealing with the news pretty well. I did expect arms crossed, a pout on the lips, and a bit of attitude in the morning when her daddy showed up with a sippy cup of warm milk. She did not disappoint. She refused the sippy cup. All morning she kept taking my hand and leading me to the cupboard where we kept the ba bas and pleading... "ba ba, ba baaa"
I'll admit it. I'm a wimp. Honestly. My husband always tells people that he's absolutely certain that he's going to end up saying when the kids get older, "you and your mother are grounded." But folks, I held strong. I felt victory, I smelt victory. I was going to be strong. For me + davis. So no ba ba. All day long. None. I did not give in to her relentless pleading. I had gathered all the ba bas up and put them away.
Or so I thought.
Today was the first snowfall of the year. It was beautiful. I decided I would make lasana for dinner. So yummy for a snowy day. I fed the kids their dinner, and then Davis sat on the counter {yes, I said counter, don't judge me :) } helping me assemble the meal. My sister Nicole called and we were gabbing on the phone, when I heard a squeal.
A squeal... of pure delight.
The counter/island that Davis was sitting on has access to a cupboard. {i know what you're thinking... see, I shouldn't let her sit on the counter} It's THE cupboard where we kept the ba bas... and wouldn't you know it, way, way in the back, beyond my eyes, my husbands eyes + arms, was a lonely little ba ba.
I wish to god I had my camera. The look on davis's face was priceless. Her expression was beyond her years... a face only a grown up would make... one of pure incredulousness. {is that a word?}
"Mama, Look – ba baaaaaaaaaaaa"
She went into that cupboard and I know she was determined to find her ba ba, and my god, she did ~
{I think there's a children's book in there...non?}