And the Doctor Said...

We are having a time transitioning Henry drinking milk from a bottle to a cup.  It's little things like this that just poke and poke and poke at me.  You feel like you have all the big stuff nailed, know how to deal with any problems that may arise, and then you can't get your kid to drink milk out of a cup.  Not a beginners sippy cup, not a big kid sippy cup, not a cup with a soft straw, not a cup with a hard straw. 
(For the record, I think we've tried six different cups.)

And then, you get new cups from Target (because maybe these will do the trick?), sit down on your bed to read books to get him calmed down for nap time (which has also been a challenge this week), and then reality sends you a big wake up call to get you out of your parenting "woe-is-me" slump when your kid throws the new cup, you turn to grab it before milk spills all over your clean sheets, and he falls backwards off the bed.  

Poor, poor baby.  

He is healthy, he is happy, and one day, he will go to kindergarten and know how to drink milk from a cup so there is no sense in worrying about it now.  I don't want to downplay feeling discouraged; it's easy to see so many other parents with bigger problems and then feel even worse for starting to feel sorry for yourself.  Kids in the hospital, kids that are really hurting, families that are suffering.  It's just when you're in the thick of raising babies, keeping house, wifing and working, a monkey falling off the bed and bumping his head turns out to be a nice wake up call to enjoy it all -
the good, the bad, and the ugly.     

And cookies will help. 

(Well, me anyways.  Henry had raisins and graham crackers for his snack instead.  These photos are actually from a couple of days ago after dinner.  There are only a few cookies left, and let's get real...I made those for my unsatisfiable sweet tooth these days, and I'm not sure I want to share them anymore.  Which isn't the first time this week I've made the decision that Henry could spare a few pieces of his snack with me. 
I'll admit it...I stole a few handfuls of his goldfish on the way to storytime.  I'm like a broken record - #2 is hungry.)

(By the way, these are as good as Henry makes them out to be.  Recipe found here.)