The Sippie Cup War........Part Deux!

The battle is finally over!  A winner has emerged and the bottle is gone!  Hooray Hurrah!!  Yes, what our wonderful children do not know is that parents are in it for the long haul.  Our commitment and dedication to getting our little one off the bottle paid off.  It seemed as if it would never happen.  He loved his bottle, and truthfully, I loved to watch him drink from the bottle.  He had this methodical, mechanical suckling that was so adorable and soothing to him, but as we all know he does not need to be on the bottle any longer.  I have to attribute it to waiting.  Everyone pushes for 12 months and makes a new mom feel pressure to reach these target dates.  As I mentioned before, I talked to veteran moms that said just wait until they are ready or that their children were not off bottle until like 18 months.  So I can say at 16 months, my son kicked the bottle.  I think what helped was that we decided to not push it until he really got familiar and comfortable with his sippie.  We probably started water out of a sippie at 12 months.  Now, don't get me wrong, we did initially try to rush the bottle and that totally back fired.  When 15 months came around we reintroduced the sippie with milk in mornings only.  He would have it as soon as he woke up when he was thirsty and desperate.  That seemed to be natural for him and hey, don't judge we had to take advantage.  After a few weeks of that we brought the sippie for his bed time bottle (bottle right before bed) and while fussing he devoured every last drop.  The second  night was a cake walk and out went the bottle.  Next is cold milk...we are almost there!!!

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.