I absolutely LOVE listening to Stephen talk. Watching him think about the words he wants to use. I love that right now prepositions are interchangeable to him. For example:
"Fly me as an airplane mommy!" This is what he tells me each night when I tell him it is time for bed. Right now, he has decided that sleeping on the floor is better than sleeping in a bed. And as he sleeps all night there and wakes up happy, on the floor I let him sleep.
We have done really well with getting rid of all the sippy cups in the house recently. He was pretty much off of them (the kind you suck on - not the straw ones) but if he was stressed or tired, he wanted one even if it just had water in it. After a sermon from the pediatric dentist (who I love and fear at the same time) about the horrors of rotting teeth, braces and other scary monstors, I decided to throw all sippy cups away. Temptation would be kept at bay. No matter the pleading, the negotiating, the tears, the sippy cups would be gone.
What. Was. I. Thinking.
No, I am just kidding. It has not been bad. He knew the dentist said to stop sippy cups, but he has still voiced his disapproval of this banishment.
"I love you mama" he says.
"I love you too baby" I say back to him.
"I love the Wiggles, an I love Disney World. Do they have sippy cups in Disney World?"
I tell him, "No baby, no sippy cups in Disney World."
Stephen says, " Not even on the Magic Carpets?"
I reply, "No, not even there."
Stephen with a furrowed brow: "Hmm.. that is sad."
Goodbye sippy cups! You have served us well.
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