The Fox and I have been having a few battles lately. I would like him to start drinking his milk out of a cup. He was/is having 3 bottles per day, so I thought I would tackle the mid-afternoon one, as it seems a bit mean to challenge the boy first thing in the morning, or right before bed. Who is winning? Neither of us. He doesn't really drink much of it, but he doesn't get anything else either. It seems he would prefer to go without (for now). He is happy, BTW, to drink water or juice out of the cup. But not milk.
This morning Foxy decided that he is too grown up to be fed his breakfast. I was pretty frustrated, and porridge is not a finger food. Foxy won. I made him toast with mushed up banana on it. He had a great time:
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About Me
- Alison Williams
- I am a 43 year-old mother of two. At work, I am Alison Pike, and I am an academic psychologist specialising in family relationships. In my other 128 hours I am Alison Williams; I live with my (civil) partner Sian, and we co-mother our two boys, Harry age 6 and Tom age 3. This blog is a record of how academic psychology influences (or not) my family life.
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