Archer never cared for the sippy cup. He went straight from the bottle (heh) to the glass. He took swigs from my water and ONLY my water and until last night drank only out of a tall clear glass, sippy cups be damned.
I gave up on the sippy cup thing months ago after collecting dozens of them, thinking eventually one might catch his eye.
“Maybe a superman sippy cup would do the trick?”
“Aha! An insect sippy cup! Perfect!”
“A red sippy cup! To match his blankie! Why didn’t I think of this earlier?”
I was told I was lucky that Archer rejected sippy cups because “they’re just one more thing to become fixated with” and you have to “carry them around everywhere” and “they will spill and soak your purse.” But in my head I always fantasized about the sippy cup and how much easier it would be for me if Archer could drink by himself without me holding his glass for him every time he was thirsty.
So when last night Archer decided he (finally!) wanted to
make out with drink out of his sippy cup, I was thrilled… for about thirteen minutes.
The sippy-cup as practical drinking mechanism soon turned into an obsession with drinking, spilling, sucking, biting and not going to bed. I suppose Archer thought it was a good idea to make up for lost time….?
And so… A year of denying ye olde sippy cup became hours (and hours) of this:
A real drinking problem, to say the least.
Three hours past bedtime and two pairs of soaked pajamas later, I changed my mind about sippy cups.