They are are battle wounds, people.
Now that X has reached the very old age of 1, he has discovered some important truths: he has finally realized that, those things? The ones that have fed him EVERY DAY OF HIS ENTIRE LIFE? Yeah. They're permanent. And they live under my shirt. ALL THE TIME!
Such excitement! Such a thrill!
(I mean, to me, it's like, duh, dude, what took you so long to figure it out? But hey - we can't ALL be geniuses. A third child has to get the leftover brains.)
This means that X has now entered into that
The boy wants what he wants when he wants it.
He also, after pulling my shirt away from my body, will peer down into the contents of my bra. Upon seeing that THEY'RE STILL THERE, he then lets out a triumphant laugh. AHA! HAHA!
Thing is, I'm trying to start the weaning process. Which is going to be tougher to do since, if I tell him "no," he will be all, "Ha ha, you're funny, what do you mean "no?" They're right there! I can see them! Ha ha! Now give it to me now or I will throw the Mother of all Tantrums. Oh yes I will" and so on.
I have never been lucky enough to be in the position to wean at a year. I had to "force wean" my other two much, much earlier because of their allergy/sensitivity issues. I wouldn't even be thinking about weaning, but I've been off dairy, soy, wheat and eggs for over a year and, frankly, that's 364 days too long.
It's time for X to fully embrace the sippy cup.
So I'm asking you, blogosphere, for your best weaning tips. FYI: He has not had a bottle since I went to a Springsteen concert the first week of April - when he was one month old. So we need to wean to a sippy.
Thanks. I know you won't let me down!