And just like that...
On December 22, Alex had his very last bottle. At not even ONE YEAR OLD, he decided that bottles were no longer a necessity, and that he's all about sippy cups. There was no gradual weaning. No fussing. No fighting. No trying to figure out how I'm going to pry a bottle out of that firm baby death grip at 15 months, like I've done 3 times, already. He's just...done. No fuss. No...nothing.
YAY! One may think. He did it himself! One less thing to have to worry about!!
NO, DAMN IT. He's a BABY! Babies drink from bottles! BABY. BOTTLES. BABY BOTTLES. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Okay, alright, tantrum over. It truly is a wonderful thing, and I'm so proud of him. But, yes, it does make a little sad. But I guess I'll get over it, right?
In keeping with the growing up theme, let us now talk about Sara. Sara has been going on the 'potty' for about a year. Nothing too consistent, but at least once a day, usually at nighttime. I've tried on a few occasions to 'train' her, to no avail. I didn't sweat it, since I usually don't really attempt until the kids are 3. For whatever reason, this Monday, we gave it a real go. The first 2 days were a disaster, but something clicked on Wednesday. She got it...and she's still getting it, because she has been accident free since then. So, is this it? Is my Sassy Grace, the one who was late with walking, and late with talking, my earliest to potty train, at just two and a half? The earliest, and by far the quickest. She definitely surprised me!
So, no more diapers (aside from bedtime...I just want to be sure, but I think she's good) for Sara. No more bottles for Alex. What is happening in my house? Where are my babies going? Why are they growing so quickly?!
*sigh* This mothering thing sure is bittersweet, isn't it?
I love you, my babies.
YAY! One may think. He did it himself! One less thing to have to worry about!!
NO, DAMN IT. He's a BABY! Babies drink from bottles! BABY. BOTTLES. BABY BOTTLES. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Okay, alright, tantrum over. It truly is a wonderful thing, and I'm so proud of him. But, yes, it does make a little sad. But I guess I'll get over it, right?
In keeping with the growing up theme, let us now talk about Sara. Sara has been going on the 'potty' for about a year. Nothing too consistent, but at least once a day, usually at nighttime. I've tried on a few occasions to 'train' her, to no avail. I didn't sweat it, since I usually don't really attempt until the kids are 3. For whatever reason, this Monday, we gave it a real go. The first 2 days were a disaster, but something clicked on Wednesday. She got it...and she's still getting it, because she has been accident free since then. So, is this it? Is my Sassy Grace, the one who was late with walking, and late with talking, my earliest to potty train, at just two and a half? The earliest, and by far the quickest. She definitely surprised me!
So, no more diapers (aside from bedtime...I just want to be sure, but I think she's good) for Sara. No more bottles for Alex. What is happening in my house? Where are my babies going? Why are they growing so quickly?!
*sigh* This mothering thing sure is bittersweet, isn't it?
I love you, my babies.
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