Jan
25
Stinkerbelle still mostly drinks her milk from a bottle. Do NOT say a WORD.
Weaning her from the bottle will mostly not be a problem. It’s not like she is sentimentally attached to her bottles or anything. She could care less one way or the other, really, if she drinks from a bottle, or a cup, or licks liquids off her hands or from a puddle. But for us, it is an issue because we want her to be sure that she’s taking in enough liquids, particularly in the winter when we want her and her skin to stay hydrated. And we just don’t see that happening with a cup and/or a sippy just yet.
We’d go to a sippy cup full time, but we have not, as yet, found one that works for us. And she’s still at the stage where using an actual cup is HI-LARIOUS, particularly the part where she pours her beverage down her front and then laughs because it is all chilly and tickly. Not to mention, it’s more fun to blow bubbles in the cup than actually DRINK.
Ahem. So. The bottle is just expeditious at this point.
But we still regularly offer her drinks in a sippy because… well, to be honest, because somebody’s book of baby raisin’ rules somewhere said we should and OMG THINK OF TEH BAYBEEZ AND DONT YOU KNOW YOU WILL DAMAGE HER FOR LIFE IF SHE’S STILL ON A BOTTLE AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH.
And don’t even get me started on mommy drive-bys.
So this morning, Stinkerbelle sat down in her little purple fuzzy Dora armchair like a very good girl, and very sweetly asked and signed for “milk, please”. It was not her normal time to have a drink, so she must have been thirsty. So I thought, well now, here is as good a time as any to offer her a sippy.
She sat down with her sippy and had a bit of a drink.
And I turned back to my laptop to continue my planning for our upcoming vacation.
And then, a few moments later, I looked over at That Baby, who was happily pouring her milk in drip-drip-drips from the mouth of her sippy ALL OVER THE ARM OF HER CHAIR. A big puddle of milk and purple plushy fleece.
Oh sure… the sippy is leak-proof… UNLESS YOU SQUEEZE THE FRIGGING VALVE THING AT THE TOP. Or put the cup sippy-spouty-valve part down on a hard-ish surface and PUSH.
Which any toddler with a little initiative, AND CERTAINLY MY TODDLER, could figure out in a millisecond.
Who the HELL designed these things, anyway? I hate them. With the fire of a thousand burning nuns, I hate them.
And as far as that goes, I hate sippy cups. And I hate baby books.
And right now? Not so much a fan of purple plushy fabric, either.
