I'd like some ice in my milk, Mom

After getting Elijah ready for bed tonight, I had already poured his milk, gave him his 3 meds, fed him, and cleaned him up.  He had a new diaper (or two, actually) on and his jammies were fresh out of the dryer.  That only took me about 15 minutes.  By the time I handed him his milk when he laid down, it was promptly thrown on the floor, hitting my knee on it's way down.  I picked it up, and sure enough, it wasn't ICEBOX cold anymore.  How dare I!

The nurse that discharged us (you know, from the hospital visit that never happened...) made a comment about how it was funny that he insisted on ice cold milk.  Well, honey, it's not funny at 3 am when he won't drink his milk you take him after changing a diaper because it's luke-warm.  So, I took it back to the kitchen, melted down some icecubes that would fit in the milk cup (ok, ok, the bottle.  He won't DRINK out of a cup at night, sue me!).  I took it back into him and sure enough, he took it right out of my hand and had it half downed before I left the room.  Little brat adorable child that knows exactly what he wants! :)

Before you make a single comment about my nearly-6 year old drinking from a bottle:  Let me assure you, I do not care what you think!  You do what you have to do.  It may not be conventional for you, you may not agree, it may seem stupid, or you may just not like it...whatever your thought about hating me because my child drinks from a bottle...guess what?  He still wears diapers too!  So there!

He will eventually someday, a long time in the future, grow up.  I will deal with that bridge when we come to it.  However, right now, his comfort is his bottle.  Given the pure sh** that he goes through 1/2 the week, I will do whatever I can to make sure he is happy when he is with me!  Bottles, diapers, and all of my love!

E.