The Bottle is Back
This is a picture of Luke on the wobbley bridge at the Wild. He finally gets the concept of jumping and we spend a good deal of time on this rickety thing while he practices his new found jumping skills. Okay, so if the title of this post doesn't make sense to you, scroll down a ways and read the post about anxiety. We totally thought that Luke was over the bottle. After the annoying-ness of trying to get enough calcium into a kid that isn't a big eater, I totally caved and gave it back to him. He still won't drink it, he just wants to "hold it" for security. It's kinda cute but mostly I get mad that I have to empty out his expensive formula ($30 a can) every few hours for fear that on the off chance he'll take a random sip of it when it's old. I've tried giving him an empty bottle, a bottle with water, and a bottle with juice. After the complete and total meltdowns, and him asking "mama...milk" seven thousand times I just fill her up with milk and hand it to him knowing perfectly well that I will be pouring that same milk, untouched, down the drain in an hour or so.
Seriously, it's totally embarassing when people ask you how old your kid is and you have to reply, "almost one and a half" when he's sporting his binky and holding his bottle in one hand and his blankie in the other. In public. On the playground. At the Wild Animal Park. Kill me now.
Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to hinder his playing capabilities. Seriously, what?
This is a picture of Luke on the wobbley bridge at the Wild. He finally gets the concept of jumping and we spend a good deal of time on this rickety thing while he practices his new found jumping skills. Okay, so if the title of this post doesn't make sense to you, scroll down a ways and read the post about anxiety. We totally thought that Luke was over the bottle. After the annoying-ness of trying to get enough calcium into a kid that isn't a big eater, I totally caved and gave it back to him. He still won't drink it, he just wants to "hold it" for security. It's kinda cute but mostly I get mad that I have to empty out his expensive formula ($30 a can) every few hours for fear that on the off chance he'll take a random sip of it when it's old. I've tried giving him an empty bottle, a bottle with water, and a bottle with juice. After the complete and total meltdowns, and him asking "mama...milk" seven thousand times I just fill her up with milk and hand it to him knowing perfectly well that I will be pouring that same milk, untouched, down the drain in an hour or so.
Seriously, it's totally embarassing when people ask you how old your kid is and you have to reply, "almost one and a half" when he's sporting his binky and holding his bottle in one hand and his blankie in the other. In public. On the playground. At the Wild Animal Park. Kill me now.
Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to hinder his playing capabilities. Seriously, what?
2 comments:
the boy just knows what he wants! we should all be so lucky... :)
My friends little boy used to carry around so many toys that he could hardly play his hands were so full!! He grew out of it,and I'm sure that Luke will too. It is pretty funny though, except for the dumping out the formula part...that stinks!
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