"The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and
we both drink, and find out who is right..."
Presently we are working on weaning Caleb from the bottle and using a big boy sippy cup. He's advanced in using sign language (flailing his arms, screaming, turning his head in disgust) to unmistakably say..."only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the [sippy cup] in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the [sippy cup] in front of me."
In many ways he has displayed to me that he has a do-it-myself kind of attitude. While playing with him and his Jack-in-the-box he wants to turn the knob himself. So when his grandmother tries to guide his hand and show him how, he just pushes her away. In his highchair when he eats his dinner he won't allow me to use the fork to feed him, he'd rather use his hands to feed himself. I am pleased as punch that he has this strong will and desire to learn. I think this is why I am so heart broken when I try to help him learn to use the sippy cup and he just doesn't want to. The tears well up in his eyes and as he starts to cry, I just want to hold him tight and say 'Here baby, take this bottle instead.'
Presently we are working on weaning Caleb from the bottle and using a big boy sippy cup. He's advanced in using sign language (flailing his arms, screaming, turning his head in disgust) to unmistakably say..."only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the [sippy cup] in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the [sippy cup] in front of me."
In many ways he has displayed to me that he has a do-it-myself kind of attitude. While playing with him and his Jack-in-the-box he wants to turn the knob himself. So when his grandmother tries to guide his hand and show him how, he just pushes her away. In his highchair when he eats his dinner he won't allow me to use the fork to feed him, he'd rather use his hands to feed himself. I am pleased as punch that he has this strong will and desire to learn. I think this is why I am so heart broken when I try to help him learn to use the sippy cup and he just doesn't want to. The tears well up in his eyes and as he starts to cry, I just want to hold him tight and say 'Here baby, take this bottle instead.'
But (sigh) my baby turns ONE this week and he moves to his new classroom at daycare, so he needs to learn how to drink from the atrocious sippy cup. I'm certain with such a strong minded child this is only the beginning of many battle of wits.
"You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched [sippy cups] when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a Sicilian when [a sippy cup] is on the line!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha..."