Last night my fellow mamas and I had playgroup minus kids, plus margaritas.
What? Weíre allowed.
We, of course, yapped about the munchkins for a bit (you canít not) and I learned that Theo is the only one left with a bottle. If nothing else, embarrassment will get me to swipe that bottle away. Give me a week and that thing will be gone!
Hopefully the little-baby behavior you see here (thatís his playmate from the days of old
) is simply a result of nostalgia and not a sign of being a life-long bottle-drinker.