Dear Everyone,

I totally underestimated how thrilling, yet sad, it would be to make her last bottle.

She's officially on milk-as of this week. I won't say "last bottle" because she still requires one when she goes to bed at night and I'm assuming that will last until at least 18 months. But, last week, we ended the mad dash in the morning to "make enough bottles" to send to her GG's in order to feed the human trash can she has become in the past week.

Remember that whole post about her not eating anything but corn? And then that whole other post about how if you say anything out loud it never works again? Well, OBVIOUSLY that also works for WRITING as my child has now decided to eat everything in the house that isn't nailed down.

Eggs? Check.
French Toast? Check.
Grilled Cheese? Check.
Hummus on pita? Check.

These are all things she previously stuck her nose up at while she threw handfuls of them under the high chair. Now, we can't keep anything ON her high chair as she beats her hands like a prison inmate until dinner is served.

Weirdo.