It's been 10 days now, and Zack has been a formidable opponent. He has held his ground and so have we. He has not once put his mouth on a sippy cup without a strong reinforcer (note the ABA-speak here, people. I'm converted.).
Can't blame the kid. He's been drinking from bottles since the day he was born. Literally. Actually he had a bottle shoved into his mouth within the first couple hours of life, due to a bit of low blood sugar. I have a great picture of a nurse holding his bony little 5 lb. 8 oz. self, giving him his first bottle ever. Unfortunately I can't find it, but I did find this cute one of Aliza giving a bottle to one of the boys, who for the sake of this story, we are going to assume is Zack.
On the other hand, Zack has become quite adept at handling a spoon -- a previously unperfected skill. Well, I might be pushing it to say he's "quite adept." He can spoon feed himself applesauce because he's decided it's watery and a good substitute when he's thirsty and sippy cups and regular cups are all he is ever offered.
The Dentist, part two. 23 years in the making.
2 weeks ago