Emmeline will not use a sippy cup. She'll play around with it for a bit -- maybe, if I'm lucky, she'll pretend to put it to her lips and then in an instant fling it to the floor. In the very beginning of trying to get her off the bottle, I didn't worry too much about it. But now I'm harboring fears of packing her off to college with a box of books, a fresh pair of pants and a bottle warmer.
So I did what any other parent would do in these times of crisis: head to the blogosphere, hoping I'm not the only one going through this. I'm not. Sippy cups are a scourge on humanity -- whether they're simply ignored or hurled across the room.
Daddy Diary knows a thing or two about sippy cup fastballs.
As My World Turns thankfully has someone to clean up after spilling a sippy cup.
Life's Crazy Sometimes reminds us that mastering the sippy cup is not permanent.
A Mother's Monologue says bottles and sippy cups are enough to create multi-generational feuds. Kind of.
Nap time is almost over now. Time to refill the sippy cup and prepare myself for battle.
