sippy cup war.

I bought Henry some new sippy cups because the ones he has been using are pretty baby-ish and he has chewed through them so the two holes in the sippy part turned into one big hole.  No big deal except for the waterfall of milk that came rushing out of them when he threw them at the cats.  So much for the spill proof thingy.  The new sippy cups have shorter spouts and are hard plastic instead of rubbery.  And they don't have little baby handles. 

Henry didn't want to have anything to do with them.  He threw them.  He yelled.  He refused to drink.  I tried to ease him into them and put the old tops on the new cups.  Nope.  Couldn't fool him.  After a few minutes of sippy cup drama, I would give in and give him his old goddamn sippy cup.   

This morning I decided I had had enough.  He could either drink out of the new sippy cup or he could get dehydrated.  And then I fed him waffle with peanut butter for breakfast.  At first he shook his head when I offered him the new sippy cup full of cold, wet, thirst quenching, mouth rinsing milk.  I just shrugged and said, "Okay.  Here, have some more peanut butter.  What?  What's that?  I can't understand you with all that peanut butter in your mouth..." 

After two more bites, he was begging for that brand spanking new sippy cup. 

Yes, I am more than slightly ashamed at being so proud of myself for outsmarting an almost-16-month-old and winning the sippy cup war. 

And Yes, I am mortified that I am so proud of myself that I'm sharing this with the internets.