I'm ashamed to admit the new low we've sunk to.
Zack still won't take a sippy cup without being strongly reinforced. And he was getting a lot of his calories from his chocolate milks apparently, because his discomfort and hunger is striking out where it hurts me most -- sleep. Or lack thereof. He is up half the night, not necessarily crabby, but wide awake and looking for things to do. We gave him a couple of bottles at night, had a couple of very tired days, and decided enough is enough.
So what I've done the last 36 hours or so is give him bottles, and try to hide it from AJ, because he's doing so well with the sippys, I don't want AJ thinking he's got the short end of the stick here, but I also don't want him regressing when he's been doing so well.
What you can learn from this post is, if you ever need to torture me, deprive me of sleep. I think those first two years with the boys not sleeping more than 2 hours in a row ruined me for nighttime activities forever. I get tired at 8 PM, and it would take something pretty special to make me stay up past 10. (i.e., New Years Eve is not special enough.)
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