Dear Reese,
Your teacher tells me you drink your milk from a sippy cup, holding it by yourself. She says you did great. She says I could try it at home. I give her this blank look and she sympathizes and says she also can’t believe you’ll be one soon.
(We are at the point where we can start phasing out bottles? Too fast, too fast.)
Still, I let you hold your bottle tonight, for the most part. If I stop holding it for you, you then grab on. You are getting better at it. The bottle only goes flying onto the carpet once. Now I need to order some sippy cups.
Today is an incredible spring day. Sixties. Sunny. I spend my afternoon meeting-free and working under an umbrella outside my building. When I pick you you’re outside in the front play area in a double stroller. MorMor and Cappi stop by this evening, and we take you outside to swing after dinner, desperate for as much fresh air as possible. Everyone has spring fever.
Love,
Mama