Got Milk?

Daddy returned to work this week and Cade & I barely knew what to do. We got too use to him being home. It was nice, except that surgery part.

I don't consider myself a cheap person, nor am I thrifty. (wish I was) We were down to the bottom of a can of formula and honestly I didn't want to buy another. I guess knowing that I can't use that for ANYTHING else...nothing, AT ALL, I just could not bring myself to purchase another can. I knew our next trip to the pediatrician he would say switch, to whole milk, and I'm not one for prolonging the inevitable. I rip the bandage off in one quick swipe, I eat my veggies first to get that over, anything first. Get it Done. Get it Over. I have been anxious about the bottle switch since Cade was six months old. As soon as he started on foods, I started him with a sippy cup. His bottle usage had dwindled down to one or two a day, but sometimes he did need a third somewhere in the mix.

Why was I so worried?

Cade, Mr. Easygoing, hasn't even noticed he hasn't had a bottle in two days...he hasn't even cared that it has been whole milk and not formula. I almost broke down this morning, almost gave him a bottle, but realized, it would have been only because of my laziness. Now that I have a wee one depending on me, I always give everything a second thought..."Am I being lazy? How will this benefit Cade? Will it hinder him or make help his developments?"
Yesterday as I was fixing supper, I put away one of the bottle dryers we had, along with the bottles that were on it. Today as I fixed pepperoni rolls, I put away the other bottle dryer along with the bottles that were on that one. That's it. They're gone. In a cabinet. No more bottles.
I threw a load of dishes in the washer and was reminded the ease of dishes...sans bottles.