Yesterday, we went to a neighbouring suburb to play in the park and I took the opportunity to sneak off to an excellent second-hand bookshop nearby. It was my lucky day, because I hit the jackpot: The Madwoman in the Attic for $15, as new condition and a Helen Garner novel. Plus D H Lawrence’s A Propos of Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
I was still buzzing from this when something even more astounding happened.
Riley actually drank milk* from his sippy cup at lunch. For the first time.
This is a step forward for the whole weaning process. So I decided to skip his lunchtime feed. This resulted in a tantrum-and-tears of Mariah Carey proportions, which details I am too tired to go into here, but I emerged battle weary, hopeful.
*skim milk. So sue me. It was the only milk Keira opted for, and if its the case here, so be it. I know you’re ‘supposed’ to give full fat milk until they’re two, I know, I know. Don’t email me.
