Tuesday, January 10, 2012

No more bottles = one sad mama

It's been 36 hours since Torin has had a bottle. I don't know whether I'm speaking too soon, but it looks as if we're finished with bottles for good. The transition has been a lot less painful than I had imagined. He has protested a little bit, but I think it's mainly because he's teething. We've been able to preoccupy him with toys and books and Yo Gabba Gabba. Because he is now able to eat three solid meals a day, plus snacks and sippy-cup drinks, it's simply time to move onward and upward.

My little Pookie isn't such a little Pookie anymore. He's my big boy. I'm so proud of him.