The Moore 4

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October 27, 2008

Growing Up

If only I had had this microwave when Carice was a newborn. You see, I had a 'happy accident' one day when she and I were still at LDS hospital together shortly after she was born.



I went into the bathroom to get a bottle warmed up by turning on the hot water. Low and behold the sound of the running water instantly silenced her cries. Wow! What a discovery!

Since that experience, I spent quite a lot of time in our bathroom(s) at home with Carice; water running and/or the exhaust fan whirring away.

There were times it didn’t work, and/or no longer seemed to work as she got older, but today as Cali was just off to kindergarten, I held Carice while standing and rocked her to sleep with my new and rather loud oven vent on, soothing her to sleep for a nap.

No, she is no longer a baby, but I still love to cuddle with her and I still love naptime! ☺ Carice is growing up. It has been a month since she said goodbye to the bottle. I thought it was going to be a hard sell. Perhaps the verbal hints we gave here and there proved helpful. One morning, however, I decided to serve her her orange juice via sippy cup with her breakfast; seated at the kitchen table. (Mostly, we would just veg out on the couch and eat there in front of a kid show.) She made it through not only that meal, but for the rest of the day. I had a moment of wanting to cave, I believe, as our new sippy life wore on, but I didn’t give in and frankly, she never did either by asking for a bottle that I remember.

I still warm up her drinks, just to take the edge off. For some reason, my Littlest Love can eat a popscicle, but when it comes to beverages- “It’s too cold, Mommy!” I know she remembers how I used to check the bottoms of the disposable bag in her bottle for a good temperature, too. At bath time she will be playing with this skinny, blue plastic bottle we have-‘making some type of drink’-when she will take her cute little finger and put it on the bottom of the bottle. ☺

As for now, though, her bottle days (and my washing bottle days) are over. We have four easy to sip sippy cups and yes, sadly, only three lids to go with them. These cups are ‘golden’ as, unfortunatly, The First Years company doesn’t make these particular sippies anymore. At least we have these that we will wash, use and covet, wash, use and covet.☺

Congrats, My Love, on what can be a tough transition in Toddlerhood! You accomplished it with such grace and ease and Mommy and Daddy are so proud of you.

We are so happy to have you in our family ☺




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1 Comments:

Blogger Steph said...

Precious. I'm trying to get Benni off the bottle right now but he is sooo attached. Abbi didn't care one way or another. 18 months and I she never asked for them again, but my little softie Benni still needs his baba. Can't believe how grown up the kids are getting...

October 27, 2008  

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