Saturday, February 25, 2012

Too Fast

I don't remember what it was like when Nathan gave up his bottle.

I know the night before his first birthday, I gave him the last one. When the sun came up, it was business as usual, other than the addition of a brightly colored sippy cup. I was proud that the transition was so easy, as I'd heard nothing but horror stories. I was happy and he was happy.

This time it's different. I don't ever want those big brown eyes to stop staring into mine for 5 minutes, 5 times a day. I think Nathan was slurping down his bottles in his high chair or dragging them around on the floor at 11 months, but not Owen. Owen reaches for me with his chubby arms and as I lift him, he instinctively lies back in the crook of my arm. Our eyes lock and we're the only people in the world. When the formula runs out, he throws the bottle (not an exaggeration), climbs down and starts to play. He's independent, this one, just like his big brother. But he's my baby, and he's growing up too fast.

This is not to say I won't make the switch in two weeks. Believe me, the cost of formula is reason enough. However, there just may be a time or two when he's found cradled in my lap with his big boy sippy. And I'm pretty sure he won't mind one bit. Have a great Saturday, everybody.

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