I feel like when my kids are supposed to switch from various bottles and cups to the next level is one of those lessons I missed in mom school. Bottles to soft sippies, soft sippies to straws, straws to ?? I don’t even know. I eventually got the vague idea that I needed to get them off of the bottles and onto sippy cups because otherwise their teeth would be jacked up, and so we did that somewhere around age one. Except that after that, Etta would ONLY drink from a very particular Nuk soft sippy cup, and Claire would drink anything out of anything except milk NEEDED to be drunk from a baby bottle. And since milk was such a key part of our bedtime routine, since it worked SO WELL to get them sleepy and since I am so utterly lazy, I decided not to fight it. They won’t go to college drinking out of baby bottles, right?
So, fast forward and they’re two. And we were still having the same issues. They were willing to drink water and juice out of straws and hard sippies, but Etta had to have her milk from a Nuk sippy and Claire from a bottle– the same bottles, by the way, that she’s been using since the NICU. I had even been washing and reusing the same “disposable” nipples all this time (let’s talk about how wasteful it is to consider “disposable” things that are so clearly easily reusable). Matters were further complicated by the fact that Etta constantly chewed on her soft sippy cups, rendering them leaky and forcing me to buy pricey replacement parts–a big pain in the neck. I tried to be sympathetic to their wishes, as I would probably also react with confusion if someone served me coffee in a champagne flute. To them, milk belongs in a certain kind of container, and anything else is just plain weird.
Of course, the biggest factor was their stubbornness. As I worked on trying to convince these kiddos to drink out of “big kid cups,” I got the feeling other folks in our lives, like Claire’s teachers, thought I was just being a pushover, after all, she drank milk out of Take and Toss sippies at school all the time. So I tried going cold turkey: only real sippies all the time, period. Y’all. Claire just up and stopped drinking liquids at home all together. And would only drink a little bit at school. And she held out for NINE DAYS. It was only when we noticed her urine output really starting to decrease that we caved. I promise we tried.
And then a miracle happened. The girls fell in love with Tinkerbell via Netflix. We’ve watched all five of those movies a zillion times. I was hesitant to introduce princesses and whatnot too early, but I liked Tinkerbell– she’s a tiny engineer! She builds stuff! She learns how to be less selfish and to be a good friend! She’s flawed and makes mistakes and learns and grows! (Why yes, I do overthink kids movies.) So, I bought some Tinkerbell sippy cups. And we talked about “Bingerbell,” as Claire says, and we drank our juice and water out of those cups and we loved those cups. And then, one night, as we were settling in for story time and handed Claire her usual bottle of milk, she said, “Want Bingerbell cup.” And by golly, we got those cups, and we put the milk in them, and once Etta saw Claire drinking hers, she went for it too, and THEY DRANK THEIR MILK OUT OF NORMAL SIPPIES. BIG KID SIPPIES.
It’s a flippin fairy miracle. I don’t know if those cups were sprinkled with pixie dust or just the magic of a licensed character, but they worked. And now? Gone are all my vows not to have a house full of stuff emblazoned with characters. You wanna drink your milk out of a cup that has a cartoon character on it? Well, by God, I’ll order 6 more! And you know what? I love these things too. They come in exactly two pieces, lid and cup. With God as my witness, I will never disassemble a 10 piece cup and scrub black mold out of it with a straw brush again!
*Note to anyone still worried about my kids’ teeth: they drink their milk while we read stories. They don’t get put down for the night with a cup of milk.
6 Replies to “pixie dust and sippy cups”
Thank God for Tink! I still haven’t moved to the “drinking from an open cup phase” even though apparently I was supposed to have done that by now. It just seems like the worst idea ever with a two year old. Sippies for life!
Right now all our open cup practice takes place in the baby pool or at the water table. I have these Avent trainer cups that I sometimes give them with water at dinner. But yeah, people who think dumping liquids out is fun shouldn’t get to have open cups. It’s just crazy talk.
Those aha moments must be wild as a parent! You’re stuck, you’re stuck and then…voila. Magic.
I remember these jelly jar glasses my family had when I was little (and so fondly).
You just crack me up! We didn’t have anything nearly as fun as babies and kids and we sure didn’t get to watch movies over and over! Sometimes you just have to give in to make things work in our crazy world today. Good job.
I admit, kids’ love of repetition drives me a little batty sometimes. I’ve been known to hide certain storybooks after reading them too many times over and over. Etta was OBSESSED with this Sesame Street “If I Lived Alone” book that was mine as a kid, and it had to go away for a while after I got too tired of reading it.
I have found that the less attention you give something, the faster it goes away! (Says the Mom with licensed character stuff all over her house!) Glad Tink saved the day.
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