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Wordless Wednesday: Too Sociable

Don't walk out on me - yet

The other day, my son succeeded in getting himself into his shoes. All by himself. The only problem was, he got the pair interchanged -the right shoe to the left and vice versa.

Soon he'll be walking out of that door. All by himself. But for now I got to hold on the fact that he's still my baby. Even at 2.

Wordless Wednesday: His First Invention

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Why I Decide To Make The Big Switch

Why am I insisting on a no-bottle affair with Matt? BECAUSE.

Obviously, he's got a very voracious-like-Mama healthy appetite. He eats rice, yes. And loves soup.

And eats fruits and vegetables. He can even be demanding when it comes to eating his meals.



He drinks his milk religiously.

This was what his actual dinner composition last Saturday. AND he's improved. He can fairly manage eating now. It gets a little messy, and I have to remind him to not play with his food (and be with him to make sure he won't hurt himself or drop the china or something like that)- but it's a great improvement.

Cup-feeding Progress

It's been a week from when I started to use a mug to serve Matt's choco milk and I'm not sure if I can call it progress. But I've kept tabs of it so I can establish a pattern.

Day 1.

Successful. Drinks all served from the mug or cup. Clap, clap, clap!

Day 2.

Not-so successful. In the morning, my mother resorted to bottle feeding much to my dismay. Just once, she said because Matt demanded for a bottle and so she gave him one. I was utterly disappointed.

As if to let me into Nanay's (my mother) dilemma in the morning while I was working, that night, Matt cried and cried and asked for his bottle. What can I do?

Day 3.

Partially successful. Before working, I left my mother specific orders requests (wink!) to not indulge in his Bottle romance. And it worked. Drinks in the morning were all served from the mug/cup. 1 bottle at night.

Day 4.

Successful. Drinks were all served from the mug or cup. I wish everyday's like this, but no hurry we'll get there soon.

Day 5.

Partially successful. Drinks in the morning were all served from the mug or cup. 1 bottle at night

Day 6.

Successful. Drinks were all served from the mug or cup.

Day 7.

Partially successful. Drinks, in the morning, all served from the mug or cup. 1 bottle at night

Suck No More

He's right. Matt.

For 24H, he didn't have a suck with his bottle. He's been using a mug. Like tatay's.

I actually planned to wean Matt before he turned 2, but my husband and mother was so against it. From their point of view, it's as if I am depriving Matt of some comfort. So I let him hold on the bottle.

Not until few days ago. I felt a little guilty. But it's for his own good and I don't think he'll miss it. He's ready for a change.

At 25 months, he is all ready.

Like Father, Like Son

Today

Matt's writing here.

Today, I drank choco milk from a mug. No bottle for me today, said Mother. She said I'm a big boy now but I think she's hiding the fact that some thief stole my bottles. Oh my precious Pigeon bottles. But then, she even gave me the privelege to stir my chocolate so it makes up for all her lame reasons. I know I looked cool like Tatay, stirring my chocolate and sipping from the mug like that.

Today, I drove my mother to the brink of insanity when I bumped my head on the wall. I really believed she lost her mind when she applied some ice on my head. I know she hates it when I carelessly run around like I always do but I didn't know she wants to freeze my brain?

Today, I broke the lid of the sugar container. Nanay was mad, my mother kept her cool but I know she's seething inside. What's the fuss? They should be happy it's just the lid! For goodness' sake, I was only inspecting it and making sure that it's breakable like the honey bottle (I broke before).

Today, I was singing He (Jesus) Holds My Hands with Nanay. In my peripheral vision, for a second, I saw my mother getting misty-eyed but she easily camouflaged the look with her winning smile. I wondered what's gotten into her.

Today, I ate a lot. I've been wondering why mother's suddenly feeding me like there's no tomorrow that I completely forgot about my stolen Pigeon bottles. And this choco-milk she's giving me just tastes so good.

Today, I was having a blast with my mother. She's really silly. And crazy. I wished Papa could see him when she's like this. And yes, I miss Papa - oh how I missed Papa. We called him on the phone but the calls were a poor substitute. I kept on asking mother, Abot na taxi (with) Papa? (Has Papa arrived in a taxi?), half-expecting that she'd say YES but father didn't came home that night.

Mother- she's asleep now. She didn't know I'm typing this. She must have unwittingly fallen asleep thinking I'm asleep already. But that's not unusal - she always does. Gotta scram before she finds out screams like a madwoman.