Ever since my girl decided that nursing just wasn't for her, she's been all about bottles and the amazing comfort they produce.
Enter epic fail on the part of me, to remember to bring bottles on our lovely trip to Kampala. Instead we had (by God's grace) only thrown in one lonely sippy cup. Unfortunately, we realized this cup also had a crack in it, but it hung in there (also God's grace) until Monday, when we managed to find a sippy cup she liked in the store...Not the one we found in the first store we went to before we were stuck getting the Land Rover fixed...she adamantly refused to drink from that one... arg..., but the one in the second store that we went to after a few sanctifying hours. (Just clarifying that little detail.)
You know, I think God understands that sometimes mommies like to drag their feet in letting their babies grow up. So he, in his somewhat humorous sovereignty provides things like 30 hours with no bottle, just to prove that perhaps, it's time. Perhaps it's time to put that symbol of babyhood on the top shelf and leave it there, and move on...
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