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I finally found a cup I can get Kenny to drink out of.   Now before you start raising eyebrows or leaning towards a hasty judgement, let me explain that I first tried every other cup in the house.

Occasionally at five o’clock, especially on nights  that I know Casey will be working late,  I pour myself a very small glass of red wine.   Consider it my way of making a casual nod to the traditional cocktail hour.   You know, the end of a work day for all the nine-to-fivers out there.   And the acknowlegdement that my work day, while it never really ends, is at least drawing to a close.   So tonight, with Kenny in the highchair devouring penne with marinara, I poured a smooth  demi tasse  of Marietta Old Vine Red and took a long sip.   Kenny pointed at me and the glass I was holding and signed “more.”   “No, Honey, this is Mommy’s wine…” but wait a minute… why not..

No, I didn’t give him a sip of wine.   I dug out the plastic wine glasses that we used to use on the boat, ones that look exactly like the glass I was holding, and poured in a mixture of orange juice and water, the same thing that was in his spurned sippy cup and bearing absolutely no resemblance to my wine, and held it up to his mouth.   He took a small sip into his mouth, wrinkled his nose, swallowed and smiled.   He held up his hands for another sip.   And another.

He only really drank about two ounces, but that’s two more ounces than he’s been drinking of any liquid besides La Leche, so I’ll  count it a minor success.   The funniest thing was, after several sips, he got tired of me holding the glass, and reached instead for his sippy cup where he took several long swigs before hurling it onto the floor in very close proximity to Dudley’s rear.

I laughed so hard, Kenny started hamming it up with funny faces, then hurled the rest of his bowl of pasta on the floor.   (Oops… I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to reward delinquent behavior by cackling…   but who can resist a kid who’s so delightfully funny!)

Now I obviously will not let him drink out of his wine glass in public.   I can just see dropping him off at the nursery at church with a wine glass in the diaper bag.   But at this point, I’m just relieved that he’s willing to drink fluids.   Just wait until I start writing about the trials and tribulations of weaning him off his wine glass…