This is Theo waving bye-bye to Maine. Little does he know that heís also saying adios to his bottle. At least to his regular bottle. I know! I know! I have to be strong and just rip the bottle out of his cute dimpled hands. But I canít. Instead, Iím ready to move to plan B. (Plan A didnít go so well,
if you remember.) When we get home, Iím going to replace Theoís big bottles for the teeny 4 oz bottles from his teeny baby days. Less milk. Less pleasure. Less likely to want it. Maybe? Hopefully. Iím also going to make the nipple holes bigger. (Thereís really no other way to say that, is there?) If the soothing suck is reduced, heíll want it less. Right? Maybe? Hopefully.