Ivan may have reached the stage where he doesn't care that much which cup he gets him milk in. Last week he wan't picky. I kept giving him the bottle with the big sippy cup top, and he didn't protest.
Then earlier this week, he spent two nights at my parents' house. They forgot to take any bottles with him. My mom feared that at sleep time, he throw a fit, asking for the bottle. But they gave him milk in a small Trade Joe's water bottle, which he accepted without a fuss. Amazing.
He's also been increasingly going to bed without the bottle. Actually, without drinking milk. He wants the milk and the bottle, but not necessarily to gnaw on it but rather to hug the bottle in the crook of his elbow. Medic in one arm, bottle in the other. It's part of his safety blanket.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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