I’ve mentioned before that Nicky has a thing for water bottles. Well, I had yet to see his reaction to a sippy cup until now. I have never seen the little guy assert his will so strongly!
But let me start at the beginning.
Recently when I’ve popped out for a bit I’ve told my maid she could give Nicky some water from his sippy cup, since it’s been so hot. He has plenty of booby milk to keep him hydrated when I’m around, but now that he is past the six month mark he can handle water. Apparently he did like it. But I haven’t really done much about it.
Anyway, yesterday evening I decide to decant his water bottle a bit as it is a bit full and heavy to play with. As I drink, I see that longing look in his eyes. So, what the heck, I think, let’s try some water.
Off we go to the kitchen. Nicky sees the sippy cup and goes ballistic. He waves his arms and legs about like mad, I can barely hold him while I boil the water. And then to wait for it to cool down is like torture. I put it on my bedside table and he keeps lifting his head to make sure it is still there even though we are nursing and he is getting plenty of liquids.
Anyway, fifteen minutes passes, I test the water and then the fun begins of trying to let him drink. Although he is super excited to have his sippy cup, the water coming out is a bit of a fright. We try different positions and much crying ensues. Even though I only put very little in, I think the whole thing is still a bit big for him to grasp. At one point my DH thought it would be fun to sprinkle some all over him, so that he understood it was water.
We then used the Medela baby cup to give him water, which worked better, but still was a bit much for him.
All he was interested in was getting back that sippy cup. His whole body arched towards it. He cried. I have never seen him want something so bad.
Well, at least the thing was empty now. Now he could explore it properly without the threat of water falling all over him. A look of pure joy stole across his face as he turned and tasted it. Then he managed to get the thing apart and proceeded to bang it together. We joked about our little drummer boy.
It’s quite amazing how he can switch from anger to joy, but there is a lesson to be learned here. “I just wanted to play with it, mom,” seemed to be his intent.