Who knew a cup could cause so much frustration?!
Finn had his one year check up last Wednesday. All is well, and this 22 pounder is developing just fine. However, the doctor challenged us to get rid of his bottles and get him to drink only from sippy cups. We’ve attempted this for the past few months, but now it’s crunch time.
He hates them. Every kind…and we’ve tried just about every kind: the ones with the straw, the soft plastic nipple, the hard lids, the ones with handles, recycled “green” cups…it’s a scream fest every time.
You’d think this was a really big deal. I’m dreaming about sippy cups, worried about every meal time and I know my friends are tired of hearing about my cup drama.
What’s really going on here? Who cares if Finn prefers a cup with a lid instead of a nipple at twelve months old? I mean, he’ll catch on sooner or later. Or at least peer pressure will set in around age 3, right?
What’s really going on is that I’m afraid of Finn getting behind. He’s behind in so many ways. And always will be…but I just thought maybe he could be “on par” with his peers concerning the plastic beverage container.
I need to get over this. He will do things in his time; and probably quicker without my prodding.
In fact, tonight, we handed him the cup he refused red-faced last night. Joey set it in his lap and we walked away. He drank the whole thing and whimpered when it was finished. I love this boy, and I have to let him learn outside the standards of the “norm.”