Bye Bye Bye

I know, you just started singing the greatest *NSYNC song ever. It's been running wild in my head since I started thinking about this post. Just don't start doing the hand across your chest action thing or falling down in the rotating tunnel thing from the video (which turned up in High School Musical 3 for some reason (hey Troy, come up with your own idea)), that would be going to far. This however, is not a time to talk about my favorite boy bands. It is a time of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. It is time to say bye bye bye to the bottle.Look at that face, could you really take away her bottle (or bauble as she lovingly calls it). Yes, yes I can and I did. I said Sunday would be her last day to have it (no need to thank me ward members, I didn't want to hear her scream anymore than you did), but when she woke up Monday morning asking for it, I totally caved. I later regrouped, girded up my loins, and threw the darn thing in the garbage after she went to bed. This morning she whined a little and finally gave up and drank her milk out of the perfectly nice sippy cup I had given her. We celebrated by going to Walmart and buying some fancy new Elmo sippy's. Yea for big girls!!! Little big girls.

*Just a note, yes she held her bottle the wrong way. It is designed with an angle in it to help promote semi-upright feeding (according to their website!) but she always held it wrong, even if you turned it the correct way she would immediately turn it back around.