Whitney Drake

My youngest son still uses a bottle. Yeah, he’s had teeth for awhile and yeah… I know we should have gotten him from it. But he’s out and out refused every cup we’ve tried with him. Every couple months we try. But today, he bit through the last nipple we’d had, so I’m forcing him. He has two different cups he can choose from (a disposable sippy cup like the old school tupperware ones and a SIGG kid’s bottle). He either drinks from his cup, or not at all.

I’m not looking forward to today at all. I predict there will be plenty of freak-outs.

Another guilty confession- I bought myself new clothes. A pair of skinny cargos from Target, and a couple of new tank tops. Most of the clothes I own were bought shortly after either one of the kids were born. So most of them are a little too big, and several years old. While they’re in decent condition, I do worry that any day now they’ll fall apart in the wash. I’m going to keep myself from ordering these boots, though. Well, unless TheBoy okays it. Honestly, I have 7 pairs of boots that I can think of off the top of my head. Not including my pirate boots.

Originally published at American Whitney. You can comment here or there.