The Window

So I am putting on my son's jammies this evening which consisted of a onsie and pj shorts.  As usual, we start on his back putting on his night time diapers (which are a Godsend...no more waking up soaked in pee pee), then we finish up with him standing on his changing table and me pulling up the shorts.  Once I put him back on the ground I realized the two side-shoulder buttons on the onsie needed to be buttoned.  He was eyeing his books on his book shelf deciding which ones to knock down so he can choose one to "read".  I went to button the onsie and I got a little sloppy and was struggling.  I started to panic and shake a little because he was approaching that moment where he would start fussing if I took any longer and finally I got them buttoned.  When I finished, all I could do is laugh that I was in such a panic to finish.  My heart was actually racing and that, my friends I dubbed "The Window".  Occasionally Boogie will give us a still moment where we can clip his nails, fix his clothes, wipe his face and if we do not finish in time he will scream or run and anything to avert the situation.  I realized that this has done two things, it has caused me to panic if for some reason my hand is too shaky or if I slip.   The other thing, is that is has made me a speed demon at some things like changing his diaper since he gives me like 10 seconds before he tries to roll over and stand up naked.  I tell you, I have to wonder who is really running the show.

The Sippie Cup War........Part Un

My son transitioned to cow's milk so smoothly.  Actually it was a little too smooth.  I mean I expected there to be some major telenovela dramatics when he discovered his milk was no longer coming from mommy.  I was a little sad to see that he didn't skip a beat.  The truth is, I was the one that needed to be weened.  It made me feel so crucial to his life when I was breastfeeding.  Then he started eating more solids so we reduce the amount of milk and we decided to implement water with a sippie.  There was a lot of spilling and choking in the beginning which gave me constant heart attacks. After a couple of months or so, he mastered the sippie....with water.  Around 13 months, we decided we wanted to try to get him off the bottles.  Everything we were reading said "Get Them Off The Bottle" with such urgency as if it's a critical situation (Let me point out, we never found a concrete explanation for the urgency).  We figured this would be a piece of cake since everything else went so smoothly.  Besides, he was starting to drink water so well from the sippie....WRONG!!!  Apparently these little ones know their liquids and have developed an affinity for how they drink their milk.  For example, I have to have my hot liquids extremely hot.  My husband likes his coffee black.  I like to eat ice cream out of a cup and apparently my son will only take milk from a bottle.  The first time we tried it we held the cup to his mouth and he took some and spilled most.  He wasn't really interested so we would pour it back in the bottle and he would have his way.  My husband is in a daddy group so one of the dad's told my husband his ped said it was imperative that they get their son off the sippie.  The ped further explained to just take the bottle away cold turkey and that the baby would fuss for like the first four days and then be over it.  Of course my husband translated that as, let's do that for our son.  He put up a fuss at the morning milk, but he drank some (approximately 2 oz.).  The afternoon milk went the same, but we noticed he was fussy all day.  At night, we have a pretty set and extremely consistent schedule that he knows to the "T".   The key part is that I put the bottle on our night stand and we put him in our bed to have a relaxing bed time drink.  Well instead of a bottle we had the sippie cup and I carried him in the room to protocol and he took one look at the sippie and lost his marbles.  He screamed bloody murder and in fear of not getting him to sleep, I caved and gave him a bottle.  Of course, we did not initially give up and decided it was the sippie.  Approximately 3 cup types later, we ultimately decided that my husband and I would revisit the sippie cup later down the road.  I talked to vet