I attempted to take one of Liv's bottles away two days ago. She usually gets one before her nap and then one at bedtime. I was trying to take the naptime "bubba" away...trying is the key word here.
She went down for her first nap with a little cry, but not so bad. I was encouraged by it. Then somewhere between the short nap and bubba free day, my little gremlin completely lost her mind. She has this riding train toy. It is currently sitting next to a side table in the livingroom. She was repeatedly stepping on the train and trying to climb on the table. So every time, I would take her down and carefully place her on the ground because she was throwing herself backwards and I was afraid she'd hurt herself. Each time I pulled her down, her tantrum got worse, until I watched her tantrum turn from her rolling around on the floor and kicking her legs, into her lurching herself forward and wacking her forehead on the coffee table. It was at this point that I gave in and gave her a bubba to calm her down.
Yesterday I decided that she wasn't ready....or better yet, I wasn't ready. Is it really supposed to be that hard??? Maybe every baby is different, but I can't imagine having taken away her bubba at 12 months. So, the last couple of days have been a bit challenging for me to say the least. I really thought I was a patient person. I'm not so sure anymore ha.
I'll leave you with soome pictures from the past week....