No More B-O-T-T-L-E-S

Sippies all around! No more "Ba-Ba's" for Miss Ann. I had her weaned about the time she turned a year old, then she became a limp dishrag with a fever and wouldn't take anything except a bottle. This time around, I'm going cold turkey. Out of sight, out of mind. I'm going to do "tough love" like our neonatologists do---they'll drink or starve. Well, not really. Anyway, so far, so good.