Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Tuesday Tune, vol 47 - Binkie Nigh-Nigh

Warning: Mommy Memoir ahead!

They say hind-sight is 20/20, but I've found there is something much more clear and definitely more crisp than the 20/20 brought forth by hind-sight.  Do you know what that is? It's nostalgia.  Nostalgia is 20/0 (or whatever.)  Nastalgia is better than perfect.

The way I see it, people can be divided cleanly into two types with the use of some sorting criteria (criterium?)  For example, you can sort people into two-types based on those who like Neil Diamond and those who do not and you can also sort people based on their preference for Van Halen lead-out men.  I'm sure I've sorted people into crisp clean categories on other occasions, but cannot recollect when and where.

Today I dreamt up yet another way to classify people:  Binkie or No Binkie?

I'm not asking you to sort yourself based on whether you had the opportunity to partake of the pacifier.  I'm asking more about your tolerance for the succulent tranquilizer, the one in which parents often use to conciliate a crabby crawler.

So which is it?  Do you dig or not dig the binkie?

We dig (dug, actually) the binkie.  This self-sorted settlement is an educated one for we were blessed with a child of each classification.  We had both a binkie babe and a howler that could not be hushed by a synthetic nipple.  Yahoo #1 was the howler; Yahoo #2 was the binkie babe.

Although I have tolerance - and one might even say love - for this mollifying modus operandi, I do have limited license for the suckling age of the binkie beholder.  I'm not a fan of little ones who transmit verbal tidings through their plastic piece.  It's mostly because I enjoy the toddler talk. I enjoy how little ones fabricate sentences and ideas.  If a toddler is chewing on a plastic consoler, then, well, I don't get to hear the silly things they come up with.  It's as simple as that.

So when Yahoo #2 (our one 'n only Binkie Babe) began to speak words, we initiated a limitation on pacifier privileges.  The poor child could only have his oracle opiate at bed and nap time.  I don't remember there being a particular struggle with this.  I do know, however, that bed time became AMAZING.  We'd take Yahoo #2 to his crib and throw in a binkie or two.  He'd then proceed to dive in, shove the pacifier into his mouth, roll back his eyes, moan a syllable or two, then conk for hours.

That there ritual became known as "Binkie Nigh-Nigh."  We still call bed time Binkie Nigh-Nigh, even though that Binkie got Stinkie and has since been extracted from the residence.

I figured that it was high time I made us a bed time playlist.  So that's what today's Tuesday Tunes are:  The Bed Time Playlist.  And since we refer to bed time as Binkie Nigh-Nigh, the playlist is titled:

Binkie Nigh-Nigh
The Golden Age - Beck
Jesus to a Child  - George Michael
Silence  - Matisyahu
Dreamboat Annie  - Heart
One Magic Kiss - Brandi Carlile
Foofie - Hans Zimmer
Everything'll Be Alright (Will's Lullaby) - Joshua Radin
Lullaby For The First Born - Acoustic Alchemy
Dreams On Fire - A.R. Rahman
All That Matters - Mark Knopfler
Little One - Beck
Damien Dreams - Jeremy Enigk
A Pillow Of Winds - Pink Floyd
Caravan Of Dreams - Acoustic Alchemy
Reading In Bed - Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton
Sleep On It Tonight - Morcheeba Feat. Thomas Dybdahl
Sleep - The Dandy Warhols
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face - George Michael
Golden Slumbers - The Beatles
Sweet Dreams - Mark Knopfler and Chet Atkins
Good Night - The Beatles
A Special Gift - Love Reprise
Bella's Lullaby - Carter Burwell
Dreaming With A Broken Heart -John Mayer
An American Dream - Love and Rockets
Soma - Smashing Pumpkins
The Dream Of The Dolphin - Enigma
Dreamland - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Through The Morning, Through The Night - Robert Plant and Alison Krauss
All My Dreams - Miss Hansen
Lady Daydream - Twin Sister
The Post War Dream - Pink Floyd
Goodnight Goodnight - Spiritualized
Lonely Nights - Chris Isaak
Sleepless - The Decemberists
Lullaby - The Cure
Can You Feel The Love Tonight? - Elton John
Goodnight, Travel Well - The Killers
Breeze Black Night - The Ditty Bops
Thank the Lord for the Night Time - Neil Diamond
God Bless And Goodnight - Morcheeba
Nights in White Satin (Single Edit) - The Moody Blues
Here Comes the Sun - Yo-Yo Ma and James Taylor

And from Moe:

Evening Prayer from Hansel Gretel
Are You Sleeping - Harry Nilsson
I'm Only Sleeping - The Beatles
Transylvanian Lullaby from Young Frankenstein
The Dream - Moody Blues
Lover's Lullaby - Janis Ian




He always had to have a two - one to suck on and one to hold.  
A result of women having two, perhaps?  See how nostalgia made me see that clearly?  



Sparks said...

How did Metalica (did I spell that right?) not make the list?

I am all the way in the pro Neil Diamond camp.

And I remember the last day my binkie and I had together with a thick sense of nostalgia. And I remember my parents "helping" me look high and low for the thing. It occurs to me only now that they musta been the ones who "lost" it. Punks.

Moe said...

Gershwin Lullaby

Evening Prayer - Hansel and Gretel

Sleeping Beauty Waltz

Whatever Gets You Through the Night

Moe said...

Two more...

Are You Sleeping - Harry Nilsson

I'm Only Sleeping - Beatles

Moe said...

Ok, now I'm done. Had to do something between loads of laundry.

Transylvania Lullaby

The Dream Moody Blues

Lover's Lullaby Janis Ian

Aubrey said...

Hansel and Gretel! Oh Hansel, where is all the brot!?

Man I love that kid. I am with you, when a toddler talks the binkie needs to be gone and the whole room should listen.

megan said...

1. Yes I was right there singing along with Neil - in between the 80 year old grandma and the 20 yr old boy in the white tshirt that had "I love Neil" handwritten on it.
2. Binkie all the way, but it makes its exit around 13 months (after all the summer vacations are done).

Makell said...

Binkie mom all the way. We finally had to cut it off and told her it was broken to get her to kick the habig.
Don't be jealous, but when I worked at Delta I checked in Neil Diamond and his entourage and took him on board the airplane. All I remember was that he smelled like a chimney a mile away. But it didn't matter, because it was Neil! I grew up singing "We're coming to America.....TODAY
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Of thee I sing
ahhhh. Thanks for the memories.

Susan said...

binkies are much easier to dispose of (although still traumatic) than an attached THUMB.

although during the first year the attached thumb can be found by said user ...independent of mom's help getting the plastic to the mouth.

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