A SAD NIGHT FOR MOMMY

Well, last night was a sad night for me!  It was the night of Luke's last bottle.  Yes, he's 15 months old...getting too old for a bottle I know.  Lilly's last night for a bottle was the night of her 1st birthday.  I had planned on that with Luke too, but if you remember he was in the hospital for 4 days and got out just 2 days before his birthday, if not look here.  I had him pretty well off the bottle, just 1 at night, which I had planned on taking away the night of his 1st birthday, just like Lilly.  But he was sooo sick, and wanted nothing to do with the sippy cup while in the hospital.  Of course, him being the little charmer that he is (and the only child on that floor of the hospital), he had the nurses wrapped around his little finger from the 1st minute.  They not only made him bottles at his EVERY request, they even warmed them for him, because he did the best with them like that.  I was all about making him feel the best that I could, so bottles it was!  Well, needless to say, by the time we got home, I had to start all over with breaking him of the bottle.  We worked our way to 1 at night again in December.  The last time we bought bottle liners was in November, but with him only having one a night, it took us forever to get through them.  I guess I could have thrown them away?  Call me cheap, or maybe it was part of me holding onto my "baby"?  So, tonight he will drink his milk from a sippy cup.  I will still rock and cuddle him with the cup until he doesn't want me to anymore (which I hope isn't for a long time)!  He does fine with a cup, so I don't think it will be a problem?  Steve thinks I'm silly, but anyone who knows me, knows that I'm a "symbolic", sentimental person.  This is one of those "symbolic" times that makes me realize that he's just growing so fast.  So we will see how tonight goes.

I took a picture of the last liner and last bottle (for scrapbooking purposes).  Sorry, I didn't take one of him...I was savoring the rocking, cuddling and him gazing into my eyes (as we do everynight) on the night of his last bottle!