So, I have been introducing the sippy cup a bit. Problem is, Reilly doesn't understand the concept of a casual sip of water here or there. She understand sucking. And getting milk. So the sippy cup thing is not working ideally right now - because she just wants to latch on that little rubber spout and gets upset when milk does not come out.
She is a semi-addict when I give it to her. She'll shriek if she drops it at all, or really if it leaves her mouth at all. And she never shrieks! Then when I give it back to her, she has her mouth open like a little bird, and latches back on. So needless to say, we're going to hold off and re-introduce the sippy cup in another month or 2. It's clear my baby is just a BABY people! Not a toddler. Just as I suspected.
But something did happen the other day. She threw/dropped the sippy cup as I was painting. I heard her yell in displeasure, and then I turned around, and saw this.
See that boppy pillow behind her? THAT'S WHERE SHE WAS SITTING. And she somehow, rolled off and ended up on HER HANDS AND KNEES!! Like a little crawling person!
I ran and grabbed my camera, as I said "Good girl, Baby!! Look at you go!" As you can tell above, she was NOT happy that the sippy cup was no longer in her mouth. But what do you know, it took this little addiction to show her what she can do! She's so content, that she doesn't ever care to move really. She'll drop a toy out of her reach, try and get it, and then just move on to another toy. But this got her right off that little teeny hiney!
And she got it. :)
Then I picked her up because she was stuck and she clearly had no energy left to figure out where to go from here. But man, was Mama proud of her baby! I was so happy I got pictures to show Daddy of the accomplishment.
She has not had the sippy cup since this event. It scares me a little what it makes her do.
And I had a nightmare last night that she could crawl. No, I'm no crazy, the nightmare part was not that she was crawling. It was that she kept disappearing, and then we only heard her when she was crying in different parts of the house. And she was VERY tiny. As in, I heard her crying in our bedroom, and then I found her in Hubby's sneaker. She had fallen in, and couldn't get out.
I don't know what this means. Dream analysts? Will I need therapy when she goes to Kindergarten?
Nevermind. Don't answer that.
Love & CHRISTMAS IN 3 DAYS,
Dirt Road Mama