With little fan fare, I decided yesterday would be the last day Max would get milk in a bottle. For a few months now, he has been down to one bottle when he woke up and one at night on his way to bed. During the day, he was using sippy cups. I knew he was ready, but that wasn't my worry. *I* wasn't ready to give up the bottles. It's nice sitting in my glider at night, feeding Max and rocking him into a more sleepy state. He's our last baby and I wasn't quite ready to let go of this "baby" phase.
First thing this morning I handed him a sippy full of milk. He looked at it for a moment, puzzled. Then he shrugged and started to drink. That was it.
*sniff* My baby!
I guess potty training comes next. But I won't have the same reluctance to give up diapers! No sir!