Tomorrow the girls- the babies- are going to be a year old.
I honestly can't remember what life was like...without diapers...without toys all over the living room...without bottles....
Without bottles....
At some point, Gioconda decided the girls would stop using bottles by their first birthday. Their first birthday is tomorrow. I have been dreading this day like property tax day.
At 5:30 AM the girls wake up and cry, I get them both bottles and they go back to sleep until about 7:00 AM, and every one is happy. I get to sleep two more hours, they get to have a refreshing snack and then a little nap...its a win/win.
But now, there will be crying but no bottles- so that leaves us with just crying, no snack...no nap...just crying.
"They wake up starving, not giving them the bottles is a cruel form of torture," I pled with her last week.
" They can drink out of their sippy cups," Gioconda replied.
As if.
You don't have to be a baby to know a sippy cup is definitely NOT a bottle, it isn't really even close.
My mother says she has never seen a kindergartner with a bottle, I have thrown that out to Gioconda as well, but she doesn't buy it.
A few weeks back we saw a little boy with silver capped teeth. In truth, it was sobering, seeing a little kid with huge shiny chompers.
"That is what is going to happen to our daughters if they stay on the bottle," Gioconda said.
Although I tend not to believe her entirely, the mere thought of the girls having a mouth full of metal was enough for me to rethink my position at least for a moment.
At this point, the girls both have four little nub teeth each , two on the top, two on the bottom. Is oral hygiene an issue?
Really?
I mean, it just doesn't seem as though when you clearly don't have teeth you should have to stress out about losing your teeth, I mean, can you loose something you don't have yet?
Granted there are things I have done with the girls in the last year I would reconsider.
Giving Camille a sip of Dr. Pepper about a month ago is certainly on the list. Now, every single time I am drinking- well anything- we become engaged in a wrestling match. It has become somewhat disruptive to my enjoyment of any beverage.
There were a few close calls, however, I didn't drop anyone, although Sadie did take a roll off the couch on my watch.
We made it through the last year without an major disasters...and for that I am forever thankful...
But tomorrow morning at 5:30 AM there will be crying...no bottles...just crying - all three of us.
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Awwww...poor babies. And I mean all three of you;)
Tomorrow's going to be brutal. And maybe several days after that. In Gioconda's defense, they are going to have to give them up sometime. Like your mom said, she's never seen a Kindergartener with a bottle...that's because someone weened them off it! And that someone is YOU! Hang in there, friend. Kiss those beautiful birthday babies for me:)
Dr. Pepper is good, and I shouldn't be reading your blogs while I am in class.
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