Well, it took me about one year and 2 weeks but I have found something that my giant baby does not like.  The sippy cup.

Holy hell.  This transition from bottle to sippy cup is NOT going as planned.  He hates it.  I repeat, he hates it. I know “hate” is a strong word and my mother always told me never to use the word.  Sometimes you just have to, like when referring to things like ketchup.  I hate ketchup.  The thought of it can make me gag a little.

You know what else I hate?  When you go to use someone’s bathroom or go to a public bathroom and there is a random pubic hair hanging out on the toilet seat.  It always throws me off.  Blech.  Or how about when you walk into a one stall public bathroom and it smells like someone died in there.  You hold your breath and try to get our of there fast as lightening and then you open the door and someone like your boss is out there.  What do you do?  Do you do the mature thing and not say a word as it is a bathroom and I guess that is what it is for?  Not me, I ALWAYS tell whoever is out there, “it wasn’t me.”  I don’t need that.  What about when you are driving and you let someone into traffic and they don’t give you the “thank you” wave.  That gets me too.  I also hate balsamic vinegar…..and salmon.  Lastly, when my dog, Enzo snuggles up to me, falls asleep and let’s one fly.  Dog farts are so bad they can peel the wallpaper off the wall.  It is like a mixture of beef and eggs.  Once in a while, they are so bad that they wake him up.  Gross.  Ok, rant over.

Back to the sippy cup……

Just the mere sight of the thing sets him off.  I feel bad for thinking it is funny because it kind of is but I know I should not laugh.  But what am I going to do?  Have him use a bottle for the rest of his life?  He already looks awkward carrying around a bottle because he is so giant.  He also looks like he should be done shitting his pants but we got a long ways to go on that one.  He looks more like he should be grabbing a tiny briefcase and going to work where he sits in an office cube and has a boss named Hector.

I guess when he gets thirsty enough he will drink out of it but I can’t even get him to put the darn thing near his mouth.

Everytime I give it to him, he bats it away like a fly.  Almost like it is a ticking time bomb of sorts.

So here is where the sippy cups sit in our house – on the ground.

Enzo loves it because it is something new for him to sniff and then when the milk drips out he thinks he hit the jackpot.  And I wonder why he has gas?!?!?

So, either I will have one dehydrated baby on my hands or we are back to the bottle.  Wish us luck.  We’ll need it.  Luck and lots of air freshener over here.