Right now, as I type, Rowan is having a little Cheerio's snack. It's not his usual snacktime, but he was hungry. Or so he claimed. It turns out that what he really wanted to do was play a little sharing game with Angel. He's reaching into his little bowl, taking out an "O", putting it in his mouth, and letting it hang out halfway. Then he's reaching up and getting another one and laying it down in front of Angel and saying, "Snack" (mumbling it, around the Cheerio in his own mouth). As soon as she takes the one he laid on the carpet for her, he shoves the one in his mouth all the way in and exclaims, "Mmm!" Then he repeats the process. I know I should probably put a stop to it since we really don't allow Angel to have table food, but I just can't bring myself to end the cuteness. :-)
Speaking of putting an end to something, you might have the impression from a couple of months ago that we ended the nighttime bottle routine when Rowan was 15 months old, as the pediatrician recommended. Well, we intended to. I mean, I meant to. But then, it was just such a relaxing little time, and well...I decided it wasn't hurting anything. So we've continued the nighttime bottle until three days ago when we finally stopped it. We still offer a cup of milk before bed, and Rowan hasn't complained about the nipple-free delivery system. What a relief! This will free up cabinet space (no more bottles), dishwasher space (no more bottle basket), and counter space (no more bottle drying rack). I can't believe we didn't do it sooner, but hey...things happen fast enough, I figure. No need to do the growin' up before everybody's ready.
Well, off to make dinner!