"I want ..."
Abbie asked for milk tonight. This is another step in her encouraging process of asking for things. “I want up, please,” she might say. Or “I want pretzels, please,” she might say, followed by “I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please, I want pretzels, please…”
I grabbed a sippy cup for her and filled it with milk. I’ve been encouraging her to use regular cups with mixed results. Sometimes she drinks from them. Sometimes she stares at them indignantly. Sometimes she dumps their contents on her tray. Since she was free range at the moment instead of strapped behind her food tray, I gave her a sippy cup.
She pushed the sippy cup away from her. Usually that means she changed her mind.
“I want a regular cup, please,” she said.
Impressed by her sudden maturity, I pulled a regular cup off the shelf, and filled it with milk. Not that I filled it to the top, more like just enough to cover the bottom, just in case she changes her mind and dumps it on the floor. She drank it down, set the cup on the counter, and went on her way.
I looked at the empty cup, set it in the sink, and said a thank you that she was starting to accept and even want a regular cup. Next up on the maturity lessons: Learning to accept “no.”
I grabbed a sippy cup for her and filled it with milk. I’ve been encouraging her to use regular cups with mixed results. Sometimes she drinks from them. Sometimes she stares at them indignantly. Sometimes she dumps their contents on her tray. Since she was free range at the moment instead of strapped behind her food tray, I gave her a sippy cup.
She pushed the sippy cup away from her. Usually that means she changed her mind.
“I want a regular cup, please,” she said.
Impressed by her sudden maturity, I pulled a regular cup off the shelf, and filled it with milk. Not that I filled it to the top, more like just enough to cover the bottom, just in case she changes her mind and dumps it on the floor. She drank it down, set the cup on the counter, and went on her way.
I looked at the empty cup, set it in the sink, and said a thank you that she was starting to accept and even want a regular cup. Next up on the maturity lessons: Learning to accept “no.”
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