It's time. Bottles have got to go. Got myself in gear and all ready to man-up to whatever fit happens.
And then...someone decides it's time for a new molar complete with crud-stuffed nose, a tiny bit of fever, and even one night of losing his grits. Literally. Well, it wasn't grits, but I'll spare the details. Maybe it's a virus; maybe it's just the dang tooth.
Regardless, he's not eating properly. And guess who doesn't plan on forcing it after the clean-up Tuesday night????
So there goes bottle weaning. For now. It's kinda all he wants. So we'll keep calm and bottle on for now and shoot for next week sometime.
And I think we are at a challenging phase. Poor kiddo seems to want to be understood in his communications so badly. He just doesn't have the skills. He doesn't have the vocabulary.
Poor momma wants to know what hurts, what will make him happy, and what he would rather eat!
I am finding my calm in that not only is this just a phase, but it's one in which I am given a gift in the opportunity to teach him great communication skills. For now, we'll keep working on our signs!