When Jack was about a year old, he stopped drinking from a bottle. He went to sippy cups. He didn't look back.
Durel and I facilitated this change with intent, care, and thought. Jack's teacher had expressed a strong preference for one year olds to be bottle free, and with the earnestness of first-time parents, we obliged.
We were quite successful, as I recall.
Exhibit A: Jack at 13 months or so, eating scrambled eggs with basil, biscuits, and drinking from his sippy cup.
|What? No Eggs Benedict? What kind of a joint is this?|
Exhibit B: Jack at school around the same age, sitting with his classmates in a chair, at a table, eating rice krispies with a spoon (and his hands) and drinking from his sippy cup.
|I was told there would be pain au chocolat.|
Take that, Rice Krispies.
(Also, please note the lack of hair.)
Exhibit C: A very suspicious looking Jack at around the same time, eating toast and drinking from ... wait for it ... his sippy cup.
|What? The hair will come. |
Now leave me with my toast, woman.
And now, there's Sawyer. Dear, sweet, Sawyer. Drinking from his bottle without a clue in the world. Turning one in like two weeks.
I swear to you. I just realized, like last week, that I should be doing sippy cups with Sawyer. I haven't bumped my head. I haven't stopped being a hands-on mom (far from it!). I just plain forgot.
Second kids do that to you. You're more relaxed. You're certainly busier. You feel more confident. You buy your one year old a sippy cup packed cutely for "ages 4 months +!!"
But, Exhibit D: I copped to it on the Great App of All Truths, Instagram.
In my own defense, it's not like I've totally lost my mind. (No comments, please.) He is, as Jack was at this age, eating actual food. In fact, he's quite fond of pot roast.