Zoë Calamity: The last word in little girls.

Still no bottle, sippycups rule the day.

I just looked over at Zoe, who was looking at me deviously from the table. All the blueberries on her plate were gone, which seemed unlikely, so on a hunch I looked down her shirt. No blueberries, but a baby carrot. When I found it she grinned at me, a sure indication that it’s placement was no accident. Now she has another carrot down there, and some goldfish. Who am I to judge her artistic expression?

(Apparently she actually ate the blueberries; I haven’t found them anywhere else.)

When I was about 20 months old, I threw my binky (we called them “dummys”) in the toilet. My mom took the opportunity to say it was gone forever, and take advantage of the fact that, as I was 20 months old, I wouldn’t necessarily figure out that I owned more than one dummy. (She reports that she then ran around the house like a crazy person trying to find all the dummys and hide them.) Hence my days of dummys were over.

I mention this because Zoe threw her bottle away today. She finished the milk she was drinking and was standing near the trash can and just put the bottle right in it. So what did I do? Followed my mom’s example, of course. Her bottle is gone, (although it’s really hiding in a cupboard- I’m not stupid, nor am I that wasteful- a binky yes, but not a bottle) and now she only gets sippy cups. We went through the rest of the evening with no meltdown over it, so we’ll see what happens tomorrow when it really sinks in. I’m not looking forward to the early morning when she usually wakes up, has a bottle, and goes back to bed for a couple hours- I have the feeling the sippy cup might not go over so well. But, all things must come to an end. (I’m not sure if I’m referring to the bottle or me getting a couple extra hours of sleep. I hope it’s the bottle. I like to sleep.)

Like mother, like daughter, I guess.