Monday, October 30, 2006

Weekend Update

Bottles Be-Gone Attempt #1: Failed

We came. We tried. We lost the battle (this time, at least):

About 10am on Saturday, Bea says she wants her bottle.

Josh goes to the kitchen and fills a sippy cup with milk. He comes back and hands it to her.

She takes it and then hurls it across the room. And then she cries.

Five minutes go by. She’s still crying. Josh says, “Do you want to get her a bottle?” I say, “Sure, but I am putting water in it.”

I go to the kitchen and proceed. I hand Bea the water-filled bottle. She stops crying for about 10 seconds to examine the bottle and notices that it is a clear liquid instead of a white liquid. She takes it and hurls it across the room. She goes back to crying.

The crying is temper-tantrum like – laying on the floor on her stomach, hands in her arms, and kicking her legs. She cries for about another five minutes.

I couldn’t take it and because she hasn’t been feeling well, give in.

I go back to the kitchen. She follows me. Still crying, she watches what I am doing. I empty the bottle and fill it with milk. I go to hand it to her and she runs away crying. I try to tell her that it is her “buh-buh” but she won’t have anything to do with me. Then, she finally takes it. She looks at me through her tears, and well, it was very hard to make it out, but she said two words. The second being “you”. The first being either “hate” or “thank”. I believe it was “thank” because she doesn’t know the word hate, at least as far as I know. I wanted to cry right there on the spot.

She doesn’t drink that much of it.

Believe me, I wanted to try again. But that same night, she somehow starting saying “please”. So, when she was in her bed that night, she said “buh-buh” and I just looked at her thinking I was going to get her the cup, and she said, “Mama – pwease?” I was shocked. “Pwease, mama...Pwease. Pwease.”

How could I not give her what she wanted?

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Olivia started clapping this weekend! And she is standing up (with help), but is enjoying her ability to be tall and do something new.

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