We've been doing well with our transitions. We went smoothly from 2 naps to 1 nap last summer, we progressed from a bedtim routine that included a nighttime bottle and being rocked to sleep to one that included books,a few snuggles and Little Man being put down awake to doze off on his own, and we went from bottles to sippie cups so seamlessly that I was sure there had to be a catch.
There was.
In December, during the broken leg debacle, we began hearing requests for "ba-ba". Since we wanted Little Man to be acknowledged for vocalization, we handed over the bottle. In the few months since then, we've completely ditched the sippies in favor of the baby bottles, although he will drink out of a grown-up water bottle and his "Mickey straw cup".
Husband and I are not of the parenting school that panics when a kid regresses a bit, nor of the school that feels it neccesary to remove the bottle as a comfort item. And that's what it is--comfort. We do watch hs liquid intake so it doesn't affect his meals, and we have started to offer a little love and snuggles when Little Man requests his "ba-ba" at odd times of the day. Sometimes, this works and he is distracted. Other times persistence wins out. And sometimes, his requests are downright funny.
Just the other day we were all sitting on the couch, Little Man sandwiched between his parents, reading.
"Husband," I said. "Would you like a drink?"
"Ba-ba," said Little Man, without missing a beat and without looking up from his book. Husband and I cracked up.
Who can say no to that?
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