At 1:30 I was awakened by the sound of a door slamming shut. Subtlety, thy name is not AJ.
I got up and led him to our bed to try and get him to settle down, but he was very agitated. Wringing his hands, tense, trembling a little bit. I brought him downstairs and tried to sit down in the lazy-boy with him, but he had other intentions. He went into the kitchen and he hesitated, and this is why perhaps my kids are slow to talk -- because they don't have to. I knew exactly what he wanted. I knew from the moment I heard that door slam. But I waited for him to tell me.
He glanced at the refrigerator and I know he wanted to point at it, indicating he wanted juice or milk, but yesterday all day long, pointing at the fridge just got him a sippy cup, and that wasn't what he wanted. So finally he looked at me and said "bot-l" more clearly than I've ever heard him say it.
He drank two full bottles of milk, and then went right back to sleep.
So my new goal to be a 100% sippy cup house is next week Friday.
Word of the Week 14/5/2021 Completed #WotW
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