Solution to the bottle saga

If you've chatted with me lately, chances are we've talked about (or rather, I've lamented about) the fact that a few weeks ago, Ryan decided that he didn't like bottles anymore. In fact, he hates them. Shuts-his-lips-tight-gags-and-screams-like-a-banshee hates them.

So, desperate for a solution (and the ability to leave home for more than an hour or two at a time), I've been asking friends and family, scouring the Internet and saying many prayers to find some sort of answer. The answer came from our good friends Jaime and Dan Carmody. They have a daughter, Clara, who is just a few weeks younger than Ryan, and she never really took to a bottle, so their pediatrician suggested trying to get her to drink out of a cup.

***Cue the angelic choir and streams of sunlight beaming down on our family room on Sunday morning***

We're talking about a cup...not a sippy cup with a spout...just a cup. Or, in our case, a very small plastic cup about the size of a shot glass. He loves it. Laps up that milk like a kitten. Lets us pour in tiny bits and he gulps it down. It's amazing...and just in time for Stephen and I to attend a wedding this weekend free of the fear that our child is starving and screaming his head off for grandma and grandpa.

Of course, we're continuing to "practice" this new feeding method often to ensure he doesn't give up the cup, too. I'm also off to the store this week to purchase some different types to try so we can make this a bit easier. So much for the legions of bottles I now have stored away.

Enjoy a few photos of the momentous occasion: